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He picked some unwise words. Saying, “I’ll enjoy killing you for my lord”, is just not the way to make my acquaintance.


Charlaine Harris


#dead-and-gone #sookie-stackhouse #sookie-stackhouse

I was surprised to find out there was a direct line from my palm to my, my, hootchie.


Charlaine Harris


#sookie-stackhouse

Apparently, once you got used to regular and spectacular sex, your body had a mind of its own (so to speak) when it was deprived of that recreation; to say nothing of missing the hugging and cuddling part.


Charlaine Harris


#southern-vampire-mysteries #vampire #sookie-stackhouse

I could add her to the long list of people I didn't understand.


Charlaine Harris


#sookie-stackhouse

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


Charlaine Harris


#sookie-stackhouse

You never told me all this before," I said, by way of explanation. "You all have divided up America into kingdoms, is that right?


Charlaine Harris


#sookie-stackhouse #sookie-stackhouse

What I think I'll do is I'll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I'll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I'll hope by then you will have given up on your vampire.


Charlaine Harris


#charlaine-harris #club-dead #sookie-stackhouse-series #the-southern-vampire-mysteries #true-blood

Mark came home late one frozen Sunday carrying a bag of small, silver fish. They were smelts, locally known as icefish. He’d brought them at the store in the next town south, across from which a little village had sprung up on the ice of the lake, a collection of shacks with holes drilled in and around them. I’d seen the men going from the shore to the shacks on snowmobiles, six-packs of beer strapped on behind them like a half dozen miniature passengers. “Sit and rest,” Mark said. “I’m cooking.” He sautéed minced onion in our homemade butter, added a little handful of crushed, dried sage, and when the onion was translucent, he sprinkled n flour to make a roux, which he loosened with beer, in honor of the fishermen. He added cubed carrot, celery root, potato, and some stock, and then the fish, cut into pieces, and when they were all cooked through he poured in a whole morning milking’s worth of Delia’s yellow cream. Icefish chowder, rich and warm, eaten while sitting in Mark’s lap, my feet so close to the woodstove that steam came off my damp socks.


Kristin Kimball


#farm #farm-life #food #food

I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.


G.K. Chesterton


#books #humor #mind #wit #humor

Life is a journey through a foreign land.


O.R. Melling


#life #the-book-of-dreams #dreams






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