Sookie, my little bullet-sucker" Eric, my big bullshitter
Who wants a bag of bones?” he said, with absolute sincerity. “I don’t want to hurt myself on the sharp edges of the woman I’m bedding.
I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.
That's just not right," Sam muttered. "Claude needs to keep his pants on.
I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake.
No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don’t doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able.