Definitely Dead (Sookie Stackhouse, #6)

by Charlaine Harris

“This woman has been mine, and she will be mine,” he said, in tones so definite I thought about checking my rear end for a brand.

People who eavesdrop seldom hear good about themselves, right? An old adage, and a true one. I

“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” She had explained that that meant that you don’t worry about tomorrow, or about things you can’t change.

It was time for one of my self-pep talks. I told myself sternly I’d already enjoyed a moment or two of that very evening, and I would enjoy a few more seconds of every day until I built back to my former contented state. 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.

“It’s not okay to misplace a bracelet, but okay to bump pelvises with someone else?”

“I love the smell of fairy. Do you think she knows she has fairy blood?” he asked Sophie-Anne,

woman. I want to be sure, if I have sex with you, that it’s because you want to be around for a while and because you like me for who I am, not what I am.” Maybe a million women had made approximately the same speech. I meant it as sincerely as any one of those million. And Quinn gave a perfect answer. “Who would want just one night with you?” he said, and then he left.

It was one of God’s mysterious imbalances, that men are stronger than women. My grandmother told me it was his way of balancing the scales, since women are tougher and more resilient.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked. “Oh, boy,” I said. “You look better than a Happy Meal to a three-year-old.”

With a war cry that had not been heard in a thousand years, Eric attacked the circle around the queen and Andre with a savagery and abandon that was almost beautiful in its way.

“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?”