Self-pity Is Like Chocolate; As You Get

I'd Been Blindsided With The Most Painful Knowledge: The First Man To Ever Say He Loved Me Had Never Loved Me At All. His Passion Had Been Artificial. His Pursuit Of Me Had Been Choreographed.

Of Course I Am Grateful, And I'm Sure You Are, As You Put It, A Special Vintage," Bill Said Politely, "but I Have My Own Wine Cellar.

They Found The Corpse In The Closet Of Alcide's Apartment, And They Hatched A Plan To Hide His Remains." Eric Sounded Like That Had Been Kind Of Cute Of Us. "my Sookie Hid A Corpse?" "i Don't Think You Can Be Too Sure About That Possessive Pronoun." "where Did You Learn That Term, Northman?" "i Took 'english As A Second Language' At A Community College In The Seventies.

You Won't Find A Vampire In A Ford Fiesta

Hey, Our Hair's The Same Color," I Said, Eying Us Side By Side In The Mirror. "sure Is, Girlfriend." Eric Grinned At Me.