The examinations had taken much longer than necessary because they were paying more attention to learning each other's bodies than searching for telltale symptoms of the virus.
Pam. Listen.''The phone is pressed to my ear. Speak.''Appius Livius Ocella just dropped in.''Fuck a zombie!'- Sookie & Pam, Dead in the Family, Charlaine Harris
He was set on having her for the rest of his life, no matter how long or little that was, but he could see, if she agreed, he was going to have his hands full.
He wanted Shylah to see past his physical appearance to 'him'. He needed her to care who he was.
He liked that she gave the questions thought. That she actually saw the mysteries and worked at solving them.
Draden was hers. The one. The only. She didn't know how she knew it, but she did know that nothing in her life was truer.
Draden didn't move, staying as still as any predator with his gaze fixed on his prey. No muscle moved.
The words, sliding into his mind, were vibrant with her emotions. Dripping with sensitivity. Weeping with her reaction. Intimate beyond measure. Because she murmured forgiveness into his mind, she gav...
That was the first time I realized that some people had something truly beautiful and it was called family. I wanted that for myself-and that tea set. It was elegant and beautiful, and it represented...
I've been dead over seventy years and still when I hear a woman scream, I find myself standing, listening, wanting to help and unable to do anything except watch.
I need to kiss you.I know. I feel it too.
I didn't know what to think about first: me seeing Claude naked, Claude seeing me naked, or the whole fact that we were related and naked in the same room.(Sookie Stackhouse, Dead in the Family)
I detested that people who already had everything they could possibly want would step on others who had nothing. Would use them and crush them. I'd lived my life mainly in the streets and found out th...
Hey, would you look at that shit?I turned on my heel. The patrons who’d fled at the first hint of trouble had come back and were enjoying the spectacle.Clear out! I barked.They paid me no mind. Asshol...
A part of him felt she would always have been a mystery to him, elusive and enigmatic, but at the same time, she was comfortable as if they had been together for years.
Your unconscious mind is trying to figure out how to talk to your conscious.
Whitney plants viruses in us to force us to return home. [...] I knew sooner or later I wouldn't return, and I'd die from whatever they put in me.
There was a sense of comfort being wrapped up in his arms. He was calm in the middle of a terrifying experience. He was a rock she could cling to.
She liked that little nod of approval he'd given her as if she were his equal just because she hadn't given into the hysteria welling up.
Help for the Haunted