Charlaine Harris

When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blonde hair. By the roots. In clumps.

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.

No threatening the cat!" Mr. Snuggly said.

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 don't know what it is, but even when I pretty much like a man, after I date him a while, he gets to seem kind of tiresome. I just can't be bothered to act interested anymore, and then I finally tell him I don't want to go out anymore. They always get upset. - Lillian

My mother finally took me to a child psychologist, who knew exactly what I was, but she just couldn__ accept it and kept trying to tell my folks I was reading their body language and was very observant, so I had good reason to imagine I heard people__ thoughts. Of course, she couldn__ admit I was literally hearing people__ thoughts because that just didn__ fit into her world.

Could I tell them I was sorry their loved one was dead, when he__ tried to kill me? There was no rule of etiquette for this; even my grandmother would have been stymied.

I didn't see what was in front of me until I thought it might be taken away. - Sam

I stroked Eric's hair, tucking some behind his ear. His eyes on mine were intent, and I knew he was waiting for me to speak. "I wish," I said, "I could save orgasms in a jar for when i need them, because I think I had a few extra." Eric's eyes widened, and all of a sudden he roared with laughter. (Dead to the World)

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 had two cups of coffee, put Eric's jeans in the washer, read a romance for awhile, and studied my brand-new Word of the Day calendar, a Christmas gift from Arlene. My first word of the New Year was 'exsanguinate.' This was probably not a good omen.

Did we have sex?" he asked directly.For about two minutes, this might actually be fun. "Eric," I said, "we had sex in every position I could imagine, and some I couldn__. We had sex in every room in my house, and we had sex outdoors. You told me it was the best you__ ever had." (At the time he couldn__ recall all the sex he__ ever had. But he__ paid me a compliment.) "Too bad you can__ remember it," I concluded with a modest smile.Eric looked like I__ hit him in the forehead with a mallet. For all of thirty seconds his reaction was completely gratifying.

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.

You won't find a vampire in a Ford Fiesta

Ha," I said. "Oh, ha-ha. Yeah, __ause they love me. You see how many vampires are up here? Zero, right?"One," said Eric, stepping out of the stairwell.

The problem with living without the person you can't live without is eventually realizing you can live without them.

I__ never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

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.