-From: Dead as a Doornail
I wish that I could read your mind as you can read the minds of others. I wish very much that I could know what was going on in your head. I wish I knew why I cared what’s going on in that head. — Dead as a Doornail
ERIC: “Did we have sex?” he asked directly.
SOOKIE: 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’t. We had sex in every room in my house, and we had sex outdoors. You told me it was the best you’d ever had.” (At the time he couldn’t recall all the sex he’d ever had. But he’d paid me a compliment.) “Too bad you can’t remember it,” I concluded with a modest smile.
Should I just bite you, and end it all?” he whispered. “I would never have to think about you again. Thinking about you is an annoying habit, and one I want to be rid of. Or should I start arousing you, and discover if sex with you was really the best I’ve ever had?Oh dear Lord…I choose the last one…
Sometimes I’m not a very nice person, and I don’t seem to be getting any nicer.
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| — | Sookie Stackhouse (Dead As A Doornail) |
The next time someone told me I had to watch a supernatural rite, I was going to tell him I had to wash my hair.
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| — | Sookie Stackhouse (Dead as a Doornail) |
‘Youre so much trouble,’ Eric said, and yet he didn’t sound exasperated. He sounded excited.
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| — | Charlaine Harris. Dead as a Doornail. (via chaoticsheila) |
I had a sudden mental picture of us all three climbing in the double bed in the little bedroom. Instead of duking out our conflicts, or talking out our problems, we could… no. I could feel my face flame red, as I was torn between semihysterical amusement and a big dash of shame at even thinking the thought. Jason and his buddy Hoyt had often discussed (in my hearing) that every male’s fantasy was to be in bed with two women. And men who came into the bar echoed that idea, as I knew from checking Jason’s theory by reading a random sample of male minds. Surely I was allowed to entertain the same kind of fantasy? I gave a hysterical kind of giggle, which definitely startled both vampires.
“This is amusing?” Bill asked. He gestured from the plywood, to the recumbent Tara, to the bandage on my shoulder. He omitted pointing from Eric to himself. I laughed out loud.
Eric cocked a blond eyebrow. “We are amusing?”
I nodded wordlessly. I thought, Instead of a cook-off, we could have a cock-off. Instead of a fishing derby, we could have a…
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-Dead as a Doornail Sookie’s internal monologue. What a wonderful idea! :P |
Pam had sent a mixed bouquet, and the card read, ‘Don’t get shot anymore. From the gang at
Fangtasia.’
Fangtasia.’
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Charlaine Harris. Dead as a Doornail. Seriously, if you don’t love Pam I don’t see how I could ever love you. (via chaoticsheila) |
There’s something about you. There is something I am almost on the verge of knowing about you, and it’s under my skin, this feeling that something happened while I was cursed, something I should know about.
Eric Northman — Dead as a Doornail
