There was enough tension in the room to send a fleet of the nervous running for their tranquilizers.

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.

i hate not knowing what i did." _Eric

Sookie, my little bullet-sucker" Eric, my big bullshitter

I certainly think we're going to see more and more graphic novels and more illustrated novels.

Eric, what are you doing?" "Snuggling." "Get out of my bed!" -Sookie Stackhouse, Eric Northman

It wasn't enough to be kidnapped, I had to be insulted too.