If there were an international butt competition, Eric would... - Charlaine Harris, Dead to the World
"If there were an international butt competition, Eric would win, hands down—or cheeks up."
"If there were an international butt competition, Eric would win, hands down—or cheeks up."
"As I climbed up into the high old bed, the large fly in my personal ointment did the same. Had I actually told him he could get in bed with me? Well, I decided, as I wriggled down under the soft old sheets and the blanket and the comforter, if Eric had designs on me, I was just too tired to care."Woman?""Hmmm?""What's your name?""Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse.""Thank you, Sookie.""Welcome, Eric."
"Because he sounded so lost-the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him-I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine. And though I would not have thought it possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that's exactly what I did."
"It's probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he's absolutely lethal."
"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."
"I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake."