I added to my mental list of the odd things I'd done that day. I'd entertained the police, sunbathed, visited at a mall with some fairies, weeded and killed someone. Now it was powdered-corpse removal time. And the day wasn't over yet.

Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled. I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.

You never told me all this before," I said, by way of explanation. "You all have divided up America into kingdoms, is that right?

Men sometimes have to leave their ladies alone, and ladies are not responsible for the bad manners of fools.

Sookie: Is Eric around?" Pam: "He is enthralling the vermin.

I don't write the kind of 'happily ever after' that romance readers enjoy.

They say when one door shuts, another one opens. But they haven’t been living at my house. Most of the doors I open seem to have something scary crouched behind them, anyway.