You are speaking of my future lover. Be more respectful.
It’s probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he’s absolutely lethal.
Hey, our hair’s the same color,” I said, eying us side by side in the mirror.”Sure is, girlfriend.” Eric grinned at me.
Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled.I’d finally found something Eric did poorly.
And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.
There’s no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged.
Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.
Then was ashamed of myself. I should be happy for what I’d been given. I hoped God hadn’t noticed my lapse in appreciation.
A piece of happiness should never be taken as due.
We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each others bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you. I could work, you would not be poor. I would help you.
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
I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.
Could I tell them I was sorry their loved one was dead, when he’d tried to kill me? There was no rule of etiquette for this; even my grandmother would have been stymied.
The full moon symbol on my calendar no longer seemed to be a period marking the end of something, but just another way of counting time.
If there were an international butt competition, Eric would win, hands down—or cheeks up.
I snuck a look to see how Eric was taking this, and he was staring at me the same way the Monroe vampires had. Thoughtful. Hungry.”That’s interesting,” he said. “I had a psychic once. It was incredible.””Did the psychic think so?
But there’s a juicy artery in your groin,” he said after a pause to regroup, his voice as slithery as a snake on a slide.”Don’t you talk dirty,” I told him. “I won’t listen to that.
I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake.
Come on,” I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear.
(Sookie’s Thoughts on Debbie Pelt) she had been cruel to Alcide, insulted me grievously, burned a hole in my favorite wrap and—oh—tried to kill me by proxy. Also, she had stupid hair.
How is Eric?”Very tightly wound. Plus, a lot of stuff happened that he’ll tell you about.”Thanks for the warning. I’ll go to the house now. You’re my favorite breather.”Oh. Well … great.’She hung up.
My gran had always told me that a woman–any woman worth her salt–could do whatever she had to.
JB’s mother had taught him early on that appreciated women are happy women.
It was one of God’s jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.
Did you ever think that if you told me where Bill’s hiding his computer program, I would give you anything you asked for?”- Eric, club dead.
Pam. Listen.”The phone is pressed to my ear. Speak.”Appius Livius Ocella just dropped in.”Fuck a zombie!’- Sookie & Pam, Dead in the Family, Charlaine Harris
I wish,” I said. “I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.
I’d always enjoyed life, and I knew I would again. But I was going to have to slog through a lot of bad patches to get there
I held on to my better nature by my fingernails but I held on.
Sometimes you just have to regret things and move on.
Men! Dead or alive, they could be exactly the same.
It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.
I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.
People stubbornly lived their lives as they wanted, without regard to me, to an amazing degree.
I have a big hole in my heart,” I said. “But it’ll close over.”I don’t want to sound all Dr. Phil,” she said. “But don’t let the scab seal the pain in, okay?”That’s good advice,” I said. “I hope I can manage it.
You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.
This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.”Ick!’ I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.
I didn’t know what to think about first: me seeing Claude naked, Claude seeing me naked, or the whole fact that we were related and naked in the same room.(Sookie Stackhouse, Dead in the Family)
A year ago,’ I said, ‘you wouldn’t have asked this of me.”A year ago,’ he answered, ‘you wouldn’t have hesitated to drink.’ I crossed to the desk and tossed it down.
But there was something in the air, a watchfulness laced with a charge of malice. The eyes observing us were invisible, but were observing us, nonetheless.
My pride had risen up and whopped me in the face. I don’t lose my temper a lot, but when I do, I make a good job of it.
.. I suffered with you. I hurt with you. I bled with you -not only because we’re bonded, but because the love I have for you.” ~ Eric Northman in Dead in The Family.
And you are mine, and you will be mine. Theywill not get you. – Eric from Dead and Gone
As exits go, that’s a good one.” It was pretty hard to have the last word with a vampire.
But I couldn’t leave Hunter alone in the house, and I would’ve felt terrible if I’d asked Eric to go out in the woods by himself, even though I knew he wouldn’t think anything about it. In fact, probably he’d have sent Pam.
May I search it?” she asked. “We screen for weapons.”I stared at her, always a risky thing to do to a vampire. “Of course not. I have no weapons.
But I also knew that if he turned away from me at this moment, somehow I would survive that, and I would find a way to flourish like the yard that still bloomed and grew around my family home.I’m Sookie Stackhouse. I belong here.
The problem with living without the person you can’t live without is eventually realizing you can live without them.
Ha,” I said. “Oh, ha-ha. Yeah, ’cause they love me. You see how many vampires are up here? Zero, right?”One,” said Eric, stepping out of the stairwell.
The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else.But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.
Apparently, once you got used to regular and spectacular sex, your body had a mind of its own (so to speak) when it was deprived of that recreation; to say nothing of missing the hugging and cuddling part.
I didn’t see what was in front of me until I thought it might be taken away. – Sam
I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.
I said the first thing that came into my head unfortunately. “Save the drama for your mama ” I told her just like an eleven-year-old.
When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blonde hair. By the roots. In clumps.
He pulled my coat off my shoulders, looked at it with distaste, hung it on the back of one of the chairs pushed in under the kitchen table. “You are beautiful”. No one had ever looked me in the eyes and said that. Eric to Sookie, Page 208.
You can hold on to me for as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie”. – Eric, Club dead.
If it pleases you and you can write at all, it’s gonna please somebody else.
You’re lips are bloody.’ He seized my face in both hands and kissed me. It’s hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.
It’s hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.
the ache became longing, longing became nostalgia, nostalgia became fondness, and after a while he could see the funny side of it. A long while.