I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.

I could just envision Sam imagining that I wanted him to go out to the lake with me, only to be confronted by Jannalynn and whatever she thought of as a romantic dinner -- live rabbits they could chase together, maybe.

Trees had died to make these forms, and that seemed a great pity to me.

You trust me?" Eric sounded surprised. "Yes." "That's . . . crazy, Sookie.

As I climbed up into the high old bed, the large fly in my personal ointment did the same. Had I actually told him he could get in bed with me? Well, I decided, as I wriggled down under the soft old sheets and the blanket and the comforter, if Eric had designs on me, I was just too tired to care. "Woman?" "Hmmm?" "What's your name?" "Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse." "Thank you, Sookie." "Welcome, Eric.

The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.

She killed Lorena in a fight?" Eric's grin grew even broader. He was as proud as if he'd heard his firstborn reciting Shakespeare.