No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.

What are you, Zen Master Fang?

Look, how come he showed up now? When you have other fairies in the woods? And does that sound crazy when you say it out loud, or what?

Well, that's certainly... adequate," I told him, burying my face in his chest. I knew immediately I'd picked the wrong word. "Adequate?" He took my hand, placed it on the part in question. It immediately began to stir. He moved my hand on it, and I obligingly circled it with my fingers. "This is adequate?" "Maybe I should have said it's a gracious plenty?" "A gracious plenty. I like that," he said.

As exits go, that's a good one." It was pretty hard to have the last word with a vampire.

Life should imitate romance literature far more often.

Bill said, "She is mine." I wondered if my hands would move. They would. I raised both of them, making an unmistakable one-fingered gesture. Eric laughed, and Bill said "Sookie!" in shocked admonishment. "I think that Sookie is telling us she belongs to herself," Eric said softly.