I realized that I was really tired of people popping on and off of my property like it was a train station on the supernatural railroad.
What I think I'll do is I'll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I'll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I'll hope by then you will have given up on...
You have a nice day, you hear?
You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless.
You trust me? Eric sounded surprised.Yes.That's . . . crazy, Sookie.
Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.
Fuck a zombie!
You can't use blackmail on someone who doesn't know anything about the hold you have on them.
Fangtasia, where all your bloody dreams come true,' said a bored female voice.'Pam. Listen.''The phone is pressed to my ear. Speak.''Appius Livius Ocella just dropped in.''Fuck a zombie!
[Eric:] I'm hoping that the more you see me, the more I'll grow on you.[Sookie:] Like a fungus?
I don't like having feelings, Eric said coldly, and he left.That was a tough exit line to top.
Ha, I said. Oh, ha-ha. Yeah, ’cause they love me. You see how many vampires are up here? Zero, right?One, said Eric, stepping out of the stairwell.
Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. Let go, he advised...
But I couldn’t leave Hunter alone in the house, and I would’ve felt terrible if I’d asked Eric to go out in the woods by himself, even though I knew he wouldn’t think anything about it. In fact, proba...
If there were an international butt competition, Eric would win, hands down—or cheeks up.
Can I help you up?No, she said bitterly. I prefer to drag myself along the hardwood floor.Bitch, I said, squatting to help her up.
How is Eric?''Very tightly wound. Plus, a lot of stuff happened that he'll tell you about.''Thanks for the warning. I'll go to the house now. You're my favorite breather.''Oh. Well ... great.'She hung...
Eric had fang showing.Hello, Eric, Quinn said calmly. His deep voice rumbled along my spine. Sookie, you look good enough to eat. He smiled at me, and the tremors along my spine spread into another ar...
If it pleases you and you can write at all, it's gonna please somebody else.
Amelia was sitting on the pavement in her lawn chair, a glass of wine in her hand.