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

Snow, here?" Eric was as delighted as a child. "I love snow!" Why was I not surprised? "Maybe we will get snowed in together," he said suggestively, waggling his blond eyebrows.

You trust me?" Eric sounded surprised. "Yes." "That's . . . crazy, Sookie.

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

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.

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

He managed to convey indifference, contempt, and boredom in the one word.