Sookie, it is not your blood I love. I love you. Your heart, your mind, your soul... you have brought light back into my life

If I was getting harder, it was in response to the world around me.

Oh come on Pam, they're funny. They're like humans but miniature...tea cup humans!

I snuck a look to see how Eric was taking this, and he was staring at me the same way the Monroe vampires had. Thoughtful. Hungry. "That's interesting," he said. "I had a psychic once. It was incredible." "Did the psychic think so?

I really, really wanted to lose awareness of the here and now. The best way for me to do that was bury myself in a book.

Not one man in a million would have allowed me the time without speaking. I opened my mind, let my gaurd down completely, relaxed. His silence washed over me. I stood, closed my eyes, breathed out the relief that was too profound for words.

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.