It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

We could go back," he said. In the dome light of the car, his face looked hard as stone. "We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each other's bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you." His nostrils flared, and he looked suddenly proud. "I could work. You would not be poor. I would help you." "Sounds like a marriage," I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. But my voice was too shaky. "Yes," he said.

You can hold on to me for as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie". - Eric, Club dead.

It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.

The night swelled with magic; not the beneficent kind of love-magic that sweeps couples away, but the kind of magic that rips and tears, the enchantment that creeps out of the woods and pounces.

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