The god entered some women so completely that they became immortal, or very close to it. Bacchus was the god of the grape, of course, so bars are very interesting to maenads. In fact, so interesting that they don't like other creatures of darkness becoming involved. Maenads consider that the violence sparked by the consumption of alcohol belongs to them; that's what they feed off, now that no one formally worships their god. And they are attracted to pride.

God bless the American spectator.

I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.

And you are mine, and you will be mine. They will not get you. - Eric from Dead and Gone

I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.

I realized that I was really tired of people popping on and off of my property like it was a train station on the supernatural railroad.

Bill said, "She is mine." I wondered if my hands would move. They would. I raised both of them, making an unmistakable one-fingered gesture. Eric laughed, and Bill said "Sookie!" in shocked admonishment. "I think that Sookie is telling us she belongs to herself," Eric said softly.