Dead Reckoning

When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blonde hair. By the roots. In clumps.

We might be on the same page, but I wasn't happy about reading it.

I love you,” Bill said helplessly, as if he wished those magic words would heal me. But he knew they wouldn’t. “That’s what you all keep saying,” I answered. “But it doesn’t seem to get me any happier.

One of the most wonderful, and the most appalling, things about Eric loving me was that he didn't give a shit about anyone else.

I'd have to say no, people don't change, but they can learn to behave differently.

No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.

So, what, you just decided to sack out here and seduce me when I walked in the door? Home from spending the night at my boyfriend's? After having sex with him that could go in the Guinness Book of Records?

Men! Dead or alive, they could be exactly the same.

Oh. No wonder I'd been sick. I hadn't eaten anything since then. I'm a girl who likes her meals, so it hadn't been a weight-loss tactic. I'd just been too busy bumping from crisis to crisis. Go on the Sookie Stackhouse Narrow Avoidance of Death Diet! Run for your life, and miss meals, too! Exercise plus starvation.

Most humans were on one big island, to the fairies, and that island was adrift on a sea called I Totally Don’t Care.

Oklahoma is very beautiful, and Eric loves beauty, but he already has that in you.

Okay I've been stupid in the past. Not consistently stupid, but occasionally stupid. And I've made mistakes. You bet, I've made mistakes.

There was nothing civilized about sex with Eric.

I met Elvis in your woods one night,” Terry said. One of the EMTs had given him a shot, and I thought it was beginning to work. “I knew I was nuts then. He was telling me how much he liked cats. I told him I was a dog person, myself.

I was so sleepy (and sore) that another bout of sex was out of the question, unless Eric had suddenly developed an interest in necrophilia.

Something always turns up. It always seems darkest before the dawn. When God closes a door he opens a window. All things happen for a reason. Into every life a little rain must fall. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

We followed the bondage Bobbsey Twins across the crowded dance floor. Those leather shorts were an adventure from behind, let me tell you. And the pictures of Elvis decorating the walls were an education, too. It wasn’t often you ran into a bondage/Elvis/ whorehouse-themed vampire club.

It wasn't often you ran into bondage/Elvis/whorehouse-themed vampire club

But in my book, it was basically bad taste to stare at someone's assets, no matter how much on display they were.

That's just not right," Sam muttered. "Claude needs to keep his pants on.

So, on the whole, I'd have to say that no, people don't change, but they CAN learn to behave differently. I want to believe otherwise. If you have an argument that says I'm wrong, I'd be glad to hear it.

Lily might be icy on the outside, but inside she was Vesuvius.

It's not enough that we have to handle our own race's problems," Claude said. "Now we're sucked into the fucking vampire struggles, too." "No," I said, feeling I was walking uphill in this conversation. "You as a group weren't sucked into the vampire struggles. One of you was taken for a specific purpose. Different scenario.

―Look. This room is the Seal Room. See the big picture of the seal? And that room is the Pony Room.‖ ―Is there a pony?‖ Hunter was an optimist.

how shall we go about this?" Dermot asked. He was blond and Claude was dark; the looked like gorgeous bookends.

Would Eric enjoy being a Sooner? As I navigated through Shreveport, I wondered if Oklahoma vampires wore cowboy boots and knew all the songs from the musical.

Humans who are born with the essential spark are born to experience or perform something wonderful, something amazing.

Shall we stay out here, so we won't wake your friends?" It was news to me that our conversation was going to last that long. Apparently, Bill hadn't come over just to borrow a cup of blood.

Go on the Sookie Stackhouse Narrow Avoidance of Death Diet! Run for your life, and miss meals, too! Exercise plus starvation.