No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.
There was enough tension in the room to send a fleet of the nervous running for their tranquilizers.
I would've asked him to bring a shovel and come to help me dig a body up. That was what a boyfriend should do, right?" -Sookie Stackhouse
You trust me?" Eric sounded surprised. "Yes." "That's . . . crazy, Sookie.
all my bounce has gone flat, like soda with the top left off.
I'd been blindsided with the most painful knowledge: the first man to ever say he loved me had never loved me at all. His passion had been artificial. His pursuit of me had been choreographed.