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.

Sometimes, instead of going down the road less taken, you just charge down the beaten path.

It was time to pull my moral socks up and behave myself.

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

There's not much I dislike more than being addressed as "Hey you" and being poked with a finger.

The note, which had been written on one of the pads I kept around for grocery lists, said, "My lover, I came in too close to dawn to wake you, though I was tempted. Your house is full of strange men. A fairy upstairs and a little child downstairs- but as long as there's not one in my lady's chamber, I can stand it".

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