You have a vampire living in your basement, and you’re stunned by a talking cat?
Oh, I took some night school courses in psychology,” said Bill Compton, vampire.
Ar trebui sa se puna o pancarta pe care sa crie: “Loc de parcare pentru cei care comit atacuri nocturne asupra lui Sookie”.
Somewhere, somewhere in this house, lurked a problem. For some reason, Jane’s legacy wasn’t entirely benevolent.
Everyone was getting married or falling in love. I was happy for them. Happy, happy, happy. I pasted a smile on my face and went to Piggly Wiggly.
No threatening the cat!” Mr. Snuggly said.
The cruelty of children is more shocking than the cruelty of adults. Not only was I shocked, I was angry. But it felt somehow wrong, unhealthy, to be so furious with a child.
It must be one of the worst things in the world, to see your child revealed as a selfish little sadist.
You want to own your own life,” Eric said. “As much as anyone can.” “Just when I think you’re very simple, you say something complex,” Eric said. “Are you complaining?” I tried to smile, failed. “No.
Weird doesn’t equal morally bankrupt.
Mack and Denise had been in jail for vampire draining. Deeply upset, I nevertheless automatically carried a pitcher of beer and some glasses to a raucous table of four. Since vampire blood was supposed to temporarily relieve symptoms of illness and increase sexual potency, kind of like prednisone and Viagra rolled into one, there was a huge black market for genuine, undiluted vampire blood. Where there’s a market there are suppliers; in this case, I’d just learned, the scummy Rat Couple.
Not since the dark days of the Twilight franchise had it been so trendy to be dead.
I started to say that couldn’t happen, that the people I knew wouldn’t turn on their friends and neighbors because of an accident of birth. But in the end, I didn’t say that, because I wondered if it was the truth.
There are three motels in Davy if you go north, and at least six over in Marthasville if you go west. If you go to the interstate, there are a skadillion places to stay.
It was one of those nights that made me wonder how the humans around me could be so oblivious to the other world operating right beside ours. Only willful ignorance could ignore the charge of magic in the air. Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.
It was my own grief. I could feel it fading away into something I simply accepted, because that’s the way I am. I knew I’d feel better. It was living until then that was hard.
I had a neat and tidy life in a messy world, and if sometimes I suspected I was trying to fulfill the stereotype of a small-town librarian, well, I had yearnings to play other roles, too.
I think forgiveness doesn’t happen overnight. I think it comes in increments. When someone has made your life hell, maybe you have to recover from the fear and anger first? Before you start working on the other thing.
So me and my big ball of worry went back to my room to play catch some more.
It’s not that I approve of murder – but some people just beg to be killed, don’t they?
He was as tenacious as a pit bull, but with half the brain power and none of the looks.