So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman

You just don't want a vampire pissed off at you.

All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators.

Why don't they just take him out?" I asked. I'm not politically minded, as I guess you can tell. Mr. Cataliades was smiling at me. "So direct, so classic," he said. "So American.

Well in two months, it'd be sunbathing time. That made me smile. I enjoyed lying in the sun in a little bikini, timing myself carefully so I didn't burn. I loved the smell of coconut oil. And I don't want to hear any lectures about how bad tanning is for you. That's my vice. Everybody gets one.

I freely admit I know nothing about television or writing for the screen.

I am a woman, hear me roar," I said. Gosh, what prompted that?" Amelia asked, and I jumped