I don’t have to take a stand by telling other people they’re wrong, I’d protested. What business is it of mine? If you love them, it’s your business, he’d said firmly. If their misbehavior is intrudin...
How could two people in love so misjudge each other?
Honey, we have other things to think about, I said, forcing myself to smile, forcing myself to sound calm. One corner of my brain pictured a pink ambulance screeching to a halt outside to disgorge eme...
He was being mighty chary with my money. Now that I was so rich, I could fling open the windows and doors and set the thermostat on forty, if I wanted to do something so foolish and wasteful.
He looked like he'd just seen the Ghost of You Better Shut Your Mouth...
He had thinning brown hair, broad shoulders, sharp blue eyes, and a suggestion of a gut.
He didn’t stick around in the vicinity doing mysterious shit, sending messages to the heroine by a third party. He hauled his ass into oblivion. And that was the way things should be, as far as I was...
Finally, a human man saw me as intensely valuable. Just my luck he was happily married and thought I was a freak.
Eric: ''What part do you like best?'' Sookie: ''oh your butt'' Eric: ''My...Bottom?'' Sookie: ''yep
Eric, what are you doing?Snuggling.
Eric was incensed, to use a good entry from my word of the day Calender. In fact his eyes were almost throwing sparks he was so angry. This woman has been mine, and she will be mine he said in tones s...
Era o odor composto pelos materiais do edifício em chamas, por corpos queimados e por vampiros em desintegração. Era o cheiro do ódio.
Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and yo...
Do you want a drink? You mean synthetic blood, she said after a slight hesitation. Yes, that would be nice. A sociable gesture. I’m all about the gestures. Bubba, you, too? Yes, ma’am, I reckon so, he...
Did Lou have Luke—isn’t that your little boy’s name?—here in the Shakespeare hospital?
Despite the failure of Velda Cannon's Depends, we'd had a great time.
Coffe is the perfume of morning.
Clovache's Voice said, How large is the device? Her accent was sort of like Russian, as least to my untravelled ears. (Hau larch . . . ?)The size of one of those cans of sweetened syrup, Batanya answe...
But you can’t erase a thought; once you’ve had it, it’s there to stay.
But when I heard his voice, I felt content. When I was with him, I felt beautiful and happy. And there was nothing I could do about it.