I Didn't Know What To Think About

My Eyes Flew Open, And I Pushed Back Against Rock-hard Shoulders. I Let Out A Little Squeak Of Horror. "it's Me," Said A Familiar Voice. ..."eric, What Are You Doing Here?" "snuggling.

Sookie," Eric Said. I Didn't Think He'd Heard A Word. "yield To Me." Well, That Was Pretty Direct.

My Mother Finally Took Me To A Child Psychologist, Who Knew Exactly What I Was, But She Just Couldn’t Accept It And Kept Trying To Tell My Folks I Was Reading Their Body Language And Was Very Observant, So I Had Good Reason To Imagine I Heard People’s Thoughts. Of Course, She Couldn’t Admit I Was Literally Hearing People’s Thoughts Because That Just Didn’t Fit Into Her World.

I've Got Libraries In My Blood.

Sookie, What Have We Done? And To Whom?" "i Killed A Chicken. And I Cooked It." "sookie, Sookie. My Bullshit Meter Is Reading That As A False." -eric Northman, Sookie Stackhouse