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 so definite I thought about checking my rear end for a brand.

(Sookie's Thoughts on Debbie Pelt) she had been cruel to Alcide, insulted me grievously, burned a hole in my favorite wrap and—oh—tried to kill me by proxy. Also, she had stupid hair.

You just don't want a vampire pissed off at you.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

And since I’m going to be in the neighborhood, you thought I might do as an escort? To an orgy?

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

Eric,” she said, “maybe someday one of the waitresses will get pregnant, and we can go to a baby shower!” “That would be something to see,” said Eric