Tuesday, December 31, 2013

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It is a good thing to read books, and need not be a bad thing to write them, but in any case, it is a pious thing to collect them.
      - Frederick Locker-Lampson
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Monday, December 30, 2013

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"Grasshopper, the three secrets of life are as follows: first, keep your eyes and ears open; second: don't tell everything you know."

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Sunday, December 29, 2013

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“The golden rays of the moon paid him absolute tribute. He was a buffet of muscles and corded strength.”
― Gena Showalter, Playing with Fire
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Saturday, December 28, 2013

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“Embroidery?" I sucked at embroidery. Aunt Hyacinth had tried to teach me, but we'd both given it up as a lost cause. Lucy, strangely, had picked it up really quickly and embroidered a tapestry of Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow for my last birthday.”

― Alyxandra Harvey, My Love Lies Bleeding
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Friday, December 27, 2013

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Another lifetime I'd have fallen in love with you
Swept away by my feelings, ashamed and confused
But just now it's enough to be walking with you
Let the mystery play as it will!

-Lui Collins

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Thursday, December 26, 2013

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A book is a friend whose face is constantly changing. If you read it when you are recovering from an illness, and return to it years after, it is changed surely, with the change in yourself.
      - Andrew Lang, The Library (ch. I)

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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

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When a book raises your spirit, and inspires you with noble and courageous feelings, seek for no other rule to judge the work by; it is good, and made by a good workman.
      - Jean de la Bruyere
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

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Night, the beloved.  Night, when words fade and things come alive.  When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.  When we reassemble our fragmentary self and grow with the calm of a tree.

 ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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Monday, December 23, 2013

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Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read. ~ Groucho Marx (1890 - 1977)

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Sunday, December 22, 2013

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"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying."
— Oscar Wilde

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Saturday, December 21, 2013

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Why did the chicken cross the playground?
To get to the other slide.

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Friday, December 20, 2013

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 What do you get if you cross a vampire bat and a mummy?


A flying band-aid, or a gift-wrapped bat.

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Thursday, December 19, 2013

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I'll say knock knock and you say, who's there? I'll say control freak and you will say control freak who? O.K?
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Wednesday, December 18, 2013

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~*~ Only a vampire can love you forever.~*~


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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson



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Monday, December 16, 2013

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What type of coffee do vampires prefer?


Decoffinated!


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Sunday, December 15, 2013

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Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as  evidence of our earlier stages of development.


 ~ Dorothy L. Sayers (1893 - 1957)

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Saturday, December 14, 2013

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Lord Byron wrote:

“Words are things; and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.”

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Friday, December 13, 2013

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“Book lovers will understand me, and they will know too that part of the pleasure of a library lies in its very existence” ~ Jan Morris

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Thursday, December 12, 2013

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MY LIBRARY
by Varda One

It's only a room with shelves and books,
but it's far more magical than it looks

It's a jet on which I soar
to lands that exist no more.

Or a key with which I find
answers to questions crowding my mind.

Building my habit of learning and growing,
asking and researching till I reach knowing.

Here, I've been a mermaid and an elf
I've even learned to be more myself.

I think that I shall never see
a place that's been more useful to me.

With encouraging kind friends with wit
Who tell me to dream big and never quit.

It's only a room with shelves and books,
but it's far more magical than it looks.

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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

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"Inside of me there is a thin person trying to get out, but I can usually sedate her with five or six doughnuts."

     Laura De Giorgio

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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

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.“Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.”

― Laurell K. Hamilton, Skin Trade

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Monday, December 9, 2013

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“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it."
- Lorenzo, Acte V, Scene 1”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

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Sunday, December 8, 2013

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“He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird”
― Karen Chance

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Saturday, December 7, 2013

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In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. --Albert Camus.

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Friday, December 6, 2013

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Here, in the country, my books are my sole occupation; books my sure solace, and refuge from frivolous cares. Books the calmers, as well as the instruction of the mind.
      - Elizabeth Inchbald (nee Simpson)
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Thursday, December 5, 2013

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To clearly see the nature of the game is to be liberated from it.

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Wednesday, December 4, 2013

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I once thought I would conquer the world....but, then I was distracted by something sparkly.

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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

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“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”

 Oscar Wilde  (Irish Poet, Novelist, Dramatist and Critic, 1854-1900)
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Monday, December 2, 2013

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“Raven?'
Yes?'
What do you believe in?'
I believe in - finding out!”
― Ellen Schreiber, Vampire Kisses 

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Sunday, December 1, 2013

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“My professional aspirations were simple - I wanted to be an intergalactic princess.”
― Evanovich


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Saturday, November 30, 2013

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“Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space.”
― Kim Harrison, Every Which Way But Dead

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Friday, November 29, 2013

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“He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.”
― Patricia Briggs, River Marked 


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Thursday, November 28, 2013

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“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.”
Leonard Cohen

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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

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“The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night.”
―     Kawabata


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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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The grass may be greener on the other side but at least you don’t have to mow it.


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Monday, November 25, 2013

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“I am your sire. I am to guide you through your first days as a vampire. Your first feeding is a rite of passage, a sacrament. It will not be wasted on some hormone-driven frenzy. This is why I wanted you to feed from me.”

“I will not drink it in a house, I will not drink it with a mouse. I will not drink it
here or there, I will not drink it anywhere,” I wheezed, hoping I was able to communicate adequate sarcasm through the crippling belly cramps.

“Did you just quote Green Eggs and Ham?”

― Molly Harper, Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs

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Sunday, November 24, 2013

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“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”
―     William Shakespeare    
 
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Saturday, November 23, 2013

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“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”  

Plato  

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Friday, November 22, 2013

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All I Want for Christmas are My Vampire Fangs (sung to the tune of "All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth"


All I want for Christmas are my vampire fangs,
My vampire fangs, see my vampire fangs.
Gee, if I could only have my vampire fangs,
Then I could rip somebody's throat out

It seems so long since I could say,
Back off or I'm really going to maim you
Gosh, oh gee, how happy I'd be
If I could only drain you.

All I want for Christmas are my vampire fangs,
My vampire fangs, see my vampire fangs
Gee, if I could only have my vampire fangs,
I wouldn't have to take any hassles

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Thursday, November 21, 2013

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The most savage controversies are about matters as to which there is no good evidence either way.


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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

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Is the glass Half Empty Or is it Half Full? Depends on who's buying.


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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

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"My fake plants died because I didn't pretend to water them."


- Mitch Hedberg

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Monday, November 18, 2013

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Only when we remake ourselves can we remake the world.

- Outer Limits (2001)

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Sunday, November 17, 2013

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The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on. - Robert Bloch

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Saturday, November 16, 2013

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“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.”

 Dr. Seuss  (American Writer and Cartoonist best known for his collection of children's books. 1904-1991)


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Friday, November 15, 2013

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If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.
Carl Sagan

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Thursday, November 14, 2013

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Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.

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Wednesday, November 13, 2013

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There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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I have an existential map; it has 'you are here' written all over it.

Steven Wright

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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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I have yet to see any problem, however complicated, which, when you looked at it in the right way, did not become still more complicated. -- Paul Anderson


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Monday, November 11, 2013

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You come into this world screaming, naked, and covered with blood. With any luck, things get better.


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Sunday, November 10, 2013

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“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear, and the blind can read”

 Mark Twain  (American Humorist, Writer and Lecturer. 1835-1910)

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Saturday, November 9, 2013

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"I am neither good, nor bad, neither angel nor devil, I am a man, I am a vampire."


-Michael Romkey (I, Vampire)



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Friday, November 8, 2013

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"Existence has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long."


- Rorschach, The Watchmen

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Thursday, November 7, 2013

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Vampire of My Youth

You stole my blood
You ruined my dress
You punctured my skin
With your selfish caress

You pulled me down
Into your grave
You took my will
Made me your slave

You know so much
You are so strong
You think you won
You are so wrong

Eros Ashima
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Wednesday, November 6, 2013

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“Real luxury is time and opportunity to read for pleasure”

 Jane Brody

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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

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Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them.  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson


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Monday, November 4, 2013

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A vampire’s touch and I am asleep
A vampire’s love and I am in deep
A vampire’s senses have taken me
 No longer like a human will I see
 No longer dread grasp a hold of me
 No longer blood dripping down my face
I am now in the moon's embrace.

Stacey 'Midnight' Twiggs


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Sunday, November 3, 2013

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If God wanted us to vote, he would have given us candidates.
           

  Jay Leno

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Saturday, November 2, 2013

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Coach Finstock: There are three rules that I live by: never get less than twelve hours sleep; never play cards with a guy who has the same first name as a city; and never get involved with a woman with a tattoo of a dagger on her body. Now you stick to that, and everything else is cream cheese.

from: Teen Wolf (1985)

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Friday, November 1, 2013

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"A well composed book" says Caroline Gordon, "is a magic carpet on which we are wafted to a world that we cannot enter any other way."


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Thursday, October 31, 2013

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I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
 


--William Shakespeare The Taming of the Shrew. 

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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

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You can do anything if you want it bad enough. That is why we see so many
people who can fly by flapping their arms.

(Elden Carnahan, Laurel)

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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

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    "Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?"    

Rose Kennedy 

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Monday, October 28, 2013

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"All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle...is another riddle."      Ralph Waldo Emerson 


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Sunday, October 27, 2013

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"Contrary to his infallibly honest image, Abe wasn't above lying so long as it served a noble purpose."

Abraham Lincoln , Vampire Hunter


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Saturday, October 26, 2013

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Anger is a wind which blows out the lamp of the mind.

- Robert Ingersoll


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Friday, October 25, 2013

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This secret's magic, moon magic - beware
For your lover will follow, know your mind -
The stains of her blood without its fare
Show forever useless love but still bind.
Have no secrets from your lover some say
'Moon show your other face; what do you hide?'

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Thursday, October 24, 2013

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"You know, I don't think it would be any more unusual for me to show up in another life, than showing up in this one!"


Eleanor Roosevelt


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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.



-Robin Williams

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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying.


-Woody Allen

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Monday, October 21, 2013

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“I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.”

―     Anne Rice

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Sunday, October 20, 2013

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“Some vampires wouldn't react if you shoved a rosary down their pants, though I wouldn't recommend testing the theory.”


― Molly Harper, Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs

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Saturday, October 19, 2013

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“Strong isn't about not being afraid, Caitlin. It's about facing what you're scared of.”


― Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Shadows

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Friday, October 18, 2013

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“Turning into a vampire is like signing a supernatural contract and like any contract, there are clauses.
And there is the fine print.”

― Cyma Rizwaan Khan, V-DAY - Definitely NOT a Fairy-Tale

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Thursday, October 17, 2013

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"We are always the same age inside."


-Gertrude Stein

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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

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The most completely lost of all days is that on which one has not laughed.

~  Catullus

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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

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“You freaking bit me," I said, my voice hoarse. "You're lucky I don't call animal control.”

― Jayde Scott

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Monday, October 14, 2013

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“The train is roaring toward you and the villain is twirling his moustache and you're fussing that he's tied you to the tracks with the wrong kind of rope.”

― Robin McKinley, Sunshine

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Sunday, October 13, 2013

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“No one told me holy water had chlorine in it.”

― Melanie Fair, Wolves Among Sheep

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Saturday, October 12, 2013

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“When other little girls wanted to be ballet dancers, I kind of wanted to be a vampire.”

― Angelina Jolie

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Friday, October 11, 2013

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“Reality is highly overrated.”

― Roxanne Bland, The Underground

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Thursday, October 10, 2013

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“Clary- "How to Come Out to Your Parents," she read out loud. "LUKE. Don't be ridiculous. Simon's not gay, he's a vampire.”

― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

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“You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.”

― Jeaniene Frost, One Foot in the Grave

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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

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“Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream. ”


― Richelle Mead, Succubus Blues

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Monday, October 7, 2013

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“There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.”

― Richelle Mead, Frostbite
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Sunday, October 6, 2013

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"The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms."
 
― Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy
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Saturday, October 5, 2013

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Hi my friends... I am running into a problem with the next part of the story ... I don't know where it is!

In the past I only had to sit at the keyboard and the story flew out of my mind and onto the page. Now I sit there and have some hazy bits of ideas but the movie screen in my mind is blank. I'm not sure what to do about this. Maybe the magic will come back and maybe it won't. I have no past experience with this.

I don't know when or if the story in my head will begin again. I want to "keep my finger in the checker" and keep this blog going in case some inspiration strikes me.  I will put on a quote or poem or thought and hope my mind gets in gear. I apologize for this gap in my imagination. I think of you and send you good wishes for your health and well being every day.

And now for the thought of the day:

“Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you.”  

Cassandra Clare - City of Ashes  

Monday, September 30, 2013

Poem Sookie read and thought of Eric

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Your love
has made me sure

I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender to the magnificence
of your Being

- Rumi  --




(Howdy Fanpires ... Just wanted to let you know I was thinking of you!)


Sunday, September 1, 2013

The Future looks bright .....

Howdy friends! I have not written the first chapter of the "The Future's So Bright...." but I plan to. Please check back on Halloween (Oct 31) and I should have chapter one up by then. Hope you had a stellar summer and are doing well. I think of you every day and plot my vampire-y plots in my mind. Happiness and health to you! Hugs.

EA

Saturday, July 6, 2013

The Future ......?

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Hi my beloved companions! I realize that there are many loose ends in the story, many issues yet unresolved. On the one hand I did what I set out to do, to give Sookie and Eric the life together they deserve. They have all the things they need to stay happy, though not without challenges, of course. On the other hand they are so much fun I don't really want to take my "finger off the checker" yet. Fragments of future stories float through my mind all the time.

I think the future will see me posting when time and the muses allow. I'm taking the rest of the summer off and will return in September for an update. The best best best thing about this blog has been YOU ... your comments, your company and your affection which is returned from the bottom of my heart.  I have gotten so much from you my gratitude is boundless.

Thank you so much for all your kindness and generosity and thanks too to CH for inventing the characters that have been our companions for so long.

Until September I wish you wellness, peace, love, security and happiness. I love you,

EA

Monday, June 24, 2013

150 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman Look to the Future - Part Two

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty

Over the next few weeks Eric and I zigzagged across Scandinavia where he showed me the places etched in his long memory and told me about the events that had forged his life. The best part was the stories he told, stories of bravery and cowardice, loyalty and betrayal, victory and defeat. All these events were woven together like threads in the elaborate tapestry we call history. From this new perspective I began to see the big picture, far beyond the little world of Louisiana and my family and friends.

Most of the time we were within range of a safe room but on a few memorable occasions we took to ground, burying ourselves dozens of feet under the earth for the day. Eric showed me how to pick a spot like under a fallen log or large rock that would not look like the soil was disturbed or that anything was buried under it.

Of course we were in such remote regions in white out conditions I seriously doubted if anyone would wander by in a coon's age. I found out animals and insects would not eat us, we were sniffed at and rejected as food. That was probably another factor that gave vampires the label of being unnatural beings or the undead, something unfit for man or beast even as dinner.

I thought going to ground would be horrible but I did not find it so. It was refreshing and relaxing, communing with nature in a very up close and personal way, like camping for vampires. It reminded me a little of Bible camp and how much fun it was to rough it for a few nights. I found out I could run down a deer or bear and feed from it. They froze still at my touch making it easy to feed, and I never took enough from them to weaken them or hurt them. We found a bear in a trap, I freed it and healed its poor paw, sending it lumbering on its way with our blessing.

I saw more snow than I thought possible. Eric never grew tired of the frozen landscapes but I began to feel homesick. We circled around and ended up where we began in Uppsala where Vagn Åkesson threw us a good bye party in his club. After so much time in the wilds I thought the lights were too bright, the music too loud, the room too crowded. Part of me missed the silence, the stark white peace, the crystal cold sky.

"Can we come back?" I asked my vampire husband. 

He looked so happy at that. "Yes, we will come back." He loved pleasing me and this place was now in both our hearts.

Vagn threw another huge log, as big as a man, on the open fire. Sparks flew everywhere making the crowd shriek and laugh. Eric and I held hands and were it was like we were still alone together even in the midst of this merry gathering.

Late that night we packed and left on the same Air Annubis jet that had brought us. We rose the following night to find ourselves in the small private Shreveport airport we used. Eric tipped the Air Annubis security agent very well for staying with our containers. We hadn't told anyone exactly when we were getting back because we wanted a little wiggle room if the mood hit us to do something more. Eric called Pam and asked her if she could send someone to bring us home.

"I will come myself Master, I have news," she said. She loved having some juicy piece of information and we both knew she wouldn't tell us what it was until she got here.

While waiting for Pam we called the girls and told them we were back. Then I called my answering machine, the official one at the house and got the strangest message from Merry Dixon.

"Hi Sookie, it's Merry here. By now you must have heard what happened. Of course now that she's back she wants a hearing immediately. I told her you are out of the country but we will schedule a trial as soon as you're back. This isn't something we can postpone. Everyone is in a tizzy as you can well imagine. Hope your trip went well. Call me as soon as you can."

I felt the bottom drop out of my world. Was she talking about Celandine? Is that who was back? I shared my fears with Eric.

"This might be the same thing Pam is referring to. Let us hear what she has to say before we start worrying," he advised. Eric was a big believer in not jumping the gun on worrying.

My stomach clenched with apprehension as Pam's latest big Dodge Ram truck pulled up, sounding like the rumble of doom. We threw the suitcases and travel containers in the back and got in the extended cab with her. Pretty and pink from feeding, she was also glowing with excitement. This was big news.

"Nobody told you right?" she asked, starting the truck. Her mufflers actually made the sound louder so she had to raise her voice to be heard.

"No, we are waiting to hear what have to tell us. Could you turn the truck off until you have shared your news?" Eric asked her.

"Oh, sure," she said. She cut the engine and the silence that followed was a relief. She half turned to face both Eric beside her and me in the back seat. The dashboard lights gave the left side of her face a green glow.

"Well, remember when King de Castro took over? He thought he was so clever but he missed something. Sophie-Anne Leclerq's body was destroyed in a fire but her guard Ziebert, brother of the twins Wybert and Sigebert? ...." she stopped to see if we knew what she was talking about.

"I remember the twins," I said. Eric just nodded, grim faced. Eric had had a bad experience with Sigebert.

"Ziebert took her heart before the fire destroyed it and has been tending it all this time. Drop by drop he fed it every night until it began to regenerate. Now Sophie-Anne Leclerq is back, alive and angry. She wants her Kingdom back and she wants revenge. She has troops and is stationed outside the Palace. She is demanding a trial and to have her property restored to her. I'm glad you're back, Sookie. She's a powder keg of rage ready to blow. Only the Pythoness can settle this." Pam looked pointedly at me.

"You may take us home now. Thank you for the news, it is of great importance. You were the first to tell us of this momentous turn of events," Eric said calmly, making her night. She started the massive engine and peeled away from the curb. I heard our luggage shift in the back and hoped my travel container wasn't scratched. If Gran was still alive she would have crocheted it a cozy to keep it shiny and new looking.

It was indeed momentous news. I was so relieved it had nothing to do with Celandine returning from the past. I spent a few seconds with that relief before I turned my mind to what had happened. Sophie-Anne Leclerq had been the Queen of Loisiana and after the death of her husband Peter Threadgill she had become the Queen of Arkansas too. That trial was where I first met the Ancient Pythoness.

King de Castro had been the King of Nevada and he killed, or thought he killed, Sophie-Anne and took her two states as his in a hostile takeover. He had the "might makes right" defense as well as the comfort of knowing dead queens can't sue. But the queen wasn't dead. I would need all the legal advice I could get on this. And whichever way I decided there was going to be one very angry Vampire monarch.

Pam chatted to Eric about the Club, the research center and her decision to Turn my brother. Finally! She complained about the color of the office and how she couldn't find anything in the files because it was all on computer now. She mentioned that our geriatric barmaid Ginger had finally decided to go live with her brother, a relief to everyone at the club. She said that Taryn and Lingza were getting married and going to have their reception in Fangtasia. She said a lot of things while my thoughts drifted away from the sound of her voice.

I couldn't settle the trial here in this truck tonight. I  thought warmly of home, our beautiful daughters, our wonderful grandson, and the wedding Linda would want. I thought of my brother getting what he wants and of the possibility of Daynight becoming a reality. Things that had seemed impossible, or so far off as to seem impossible, were coming true.

The future had arrived, and whatever it brought, Eric and I would face it together. I reached forward and took his hand, giving it a squeeze.

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This concludes "Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman look to the Future". Next week I will I will give you my thoughts on continuing this story. Thank you so very very much for sticking with me on this epic journey, it has meant everything.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

149 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman Look to the Future - Part Two

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Nine


"Did I just get back?" I asked Eric, sitting up and noticing I was still in the red dress and gold jewelry. I had a weird taste in my mouth and wanted to brush my teeth but first I wanted to hear what Eric had to say.

His well shaped brows knitted slightly in confusion at my question. "No, I brought you back here last night. You went into your daytime rest an hour early, most likely due to the potion the witch gave you. Do you feel well now?"

The term "daytime rest" was the one I was most comfortable with. It wasn't really sleep and it sure as shootin' wasn't actual death like the myths said. It was easy to understand why humans in the olden days thought vampires were the walking dead, or the undead. With no pulse, breath or body temperature we gave all the signs of being actually deceased. Of course we weren't. We were in a complete state of suspended animation I figured, something brought on by the direct rays of the sun.

"I feel fine, but I wasn't here today," I told Eric.

"Where were you? How did you leave this room without leaving a trace?" he asked, glancing at the impressive electronic security panel next to the thick locked door. All the lights were steady green meaning it had not been breached. Eric had it designed that way so that the person in the safe room could see at a glance if any of the security measures were threatened.

He looked back to me, his face both puzzled and worried. I might have sounded a tad loopy.

I told him about my experience with Drevan, the castle and my role as Oracle. I explained my concerns over doing anything to alter the past if it was our past and not one from a nearby nearly identical dimension. Last I told him that I heard him calling me from outside the castle walls.

He sat next to me, taking my hand and we leaned back on the wedge shaped pile of pillows I preferred when I had my daytime rest. Since Eric woke almost an hour before me I wanted to look nice. Before I fell asleep I liked to fix my makeup, lie down in a carefully arranged gown and fan my hair out on the pillow, looking like a fairytale princess awaiting the kiss that would wake her. When Eric looked at me I would still be beautiful and inviting. Hey, this was my little fantasy world, it might be a tad Disney but I liked it.

"That is strange ..." he said slowly. "I had a dream  ... I was dreaming, at least I thought it was a dream ... that you had been kidnapped by Drevan and were locked in a tower atop a stone castle. I was calling and calling, looking up at the only lit windows ... then an owl flew overhead, swooping down at me. I put up my arm to protect my eyes and when I lowered my arm I was here. Do you think I traveled through time with you?"

I was relieved he didn't think I was just having a crazy dream. His experience verified that we had shared some supernatural event together. We seldom had dreams during our rest. For us both to have interlocking dreams was beyond a coincidence. Something had occurred.

"How did you know I was taken?" I asked, snuggling closer to him. He felt so real and here, things I really needed.

"Through my blood. I felt an unbearable stretching of our bond, like having all my veins and arteries pulled from my body. I saw you in my mind, saw you in the round room. I could not move, only call."

He wrapped his strong arms around me. "Do not ever leave me like that again. We must remain together. If you do go you must take me with you. It is torture to be apart from you."

He meant that literally, not emotionally. He suffered actual pain at my leaving this plane of existence, I could sense his distress when he spoke of it.

"I won't have anything more to do with witches," I said. Mentally I excluded Amelia. She wouldn't drag me into another time zone.

Did I succeed in keeping the past the way it was? I was pretty sure of Drevan's plan and that he was hellbent to carry it out. I didn't say anything to dissuade him. Now I wished I had been more forceful, telling him exactly what to do. I needed to talk to Anna Hita about this. There were so many pitfalls I simply couldn't hope to use trial and error to learn.

"What do you know about Jure?" I suddenly asked Eric.

"He is engaged to our daughter. He lives across the lake from us. He is wealthy and powerful..." Eric trailed off, his good humored eyes asking me if this what I wanted to hear.

"I think I better call Linda," I said. "I want to make sure she is still engaged to Jure. Eric, this is very disturbing. By making contact with the past I have no idea what kind of a world I am waking up to."

Eric gave a short laugh based on long insight. "You are fortunate to live in a time and place where the forces that rule are relatively stable. In my life few people, vampire or human, would know what the new day or night would bring. Violent overthrow of governments, cataclysmic weather and natural disasters, plagues and wars, all these and worse were the normal state of things. Even now the vampire hierarchy is ruled by power and wealth, subject to change without notice. That is why we need to be always vigilant to keep our freedom."

I looked at this man that had seen so much, survived so many things. He was my inspiration. If he could do it then I could too. I would just need to be more careful in the future, actually, careful of the future, by avoiding traveling back to the past.

I called Linda and through careful questioning determined that, aside from painting the office ocean blue, things were the same as when I left. I also called Adele and Charlaine just to reassure myself that their lives were proceeding normally. Only after Eric finally spoke to the human bouncer from Fangtasia did I truly relax. Whatever I had done or not done in the past, it hadn't shaken things up here or there.

I had to wonder, was my prophecy the thing that had originally instigated Drevan to try to usurp Jure? Was it my visit in the far distant past that had been the accelerator. How did I end up being called? There were other Oracles before me, why were they not the ones called to prophesize for Drevan? Had any of this really happened or was it a drug induced dream centering around my concerns for Linda's safety and future?

I felt that only Anna Hita could enlighten me on these things and I would need to wait until I was back in Louisiana before I could schedule an appointment with her.

Right now I was engaged in visiting former sites of interest to Eric. I would focus on this journey and what it meant. I would really pay attention to what he was telling me, to imagining what it was like for him to live in those times.

More than ever I wanted to experience the present moment. More than ever I want to give Eric my full attention. I realized how precious and important every moment with him was, like a shimmering bubble, beautiful and delicate, drifting on the chance breezes that fate would bring.

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more to come ..... (Greeting my friends, thank you for coming. I am always happy to see you were here. See you next Saturday. Be well until then.)

Saturday, June 15, 2013

148 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman Look to the Future - Part Two

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Eight

Drevan paid no attention to the sound of Eric's voice. Could he even hear it? I tried to think of when this must be. I knew Jure was several hundred years older than Eric. Maybe I was just dreaming all this due to the herbal drink. Maybe none of it was really happening.

"I mean no harm to you, Oracle. I want to know how to achieve what I want. Tell me what to do and I will release you."

"How will you release me?" I asked.

I didn't want to be wandering around in the Croatian woods outside the castle without a way to get home. A quick thought of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz flashed through my mind. Did I already have the power to return home whenever I wanted? I thought of clicking my heels together, but I didn't have the red shoes. Did I need the red shoes?

"I will set free this bird," Drevan thought/said and dramatically pulled the cloth covering off of what I had thought was a square table. Inside a crude wooden cage was a snowy white owl. It pivoted its strange triangular head and looked around, then fluffed out its wings and settled on the perch. "As long as the bird is captive you are captive too."

This must have been a magic owl because I couldn't smell it at all nor detect its heat signature. It looked real, but was any of this really real?

I appeared to stare at the bird while thinking furiously. He was going to ask me to tell him what to do, thinking he was asking an impartial Oracle. He didn't know I had a dog in this fight. If I stopped him from taking Jure's wife then Jure might still be married, making him ineligible for Linda.

And Drevan would still be alive, a loose cannon, causing trouble. I would go back to my time with both Celandine and Drevan as unknown ingredients in what was already a complicated gumbo of characters. I knew that if I changed one thing I might change everything.

Still, I felt a little bit of a guilty twinge about giving Drevan bad advice. I would be advising him to go for it, act out his dark plot to overthrow his older brother. I knew Celandine would slaughter so many humans that Drevan would finally snap his twig and stake her out of frustration.

I also knew that Jure would have to bear the burden of guilt that surely must have weighed him down for centuries after killing his own brother. Would all this misery and pain rest on my shoulders if I told him to go ahead?

I wasn't responsible for the sibling rivalry or Celandine, the poor choice of wife and Child Jure made. These things all were fermenting years and years before I was brought here. Jure might be self willed and even ruthless, but I didn't think he would be one tenth the problem Drevan would be. I simply could not advise Drevan do anything different than what had been already been done.

He didn't know that I already knew how everything would turn out. Or did he? Isn't that what an Oracle was for, someone that could foretell the future? Had it ever occurred to him that I might be foretelling his doom? I didn't think so.

"What say you, Oracle?" he asked, moving closer. His life was in my hands. Suddenly he looked young and vulnerable and my determination to send him down the road to ruin must have wavered.

"I say this to you," I said, "You know what must be done. There is a right path and a wrong path ... you stand at the cross roads. Will you take the easy path or will you summon your courage and do what is right, what is just? Every action causes ripples in the ocean of time. Think long when you decide only once."

As I talked I realized I was having a real hard directing him to do things that would cause so much destruction. If I left it up to him what would he do? The fire in his eyes led me to think he would act as he wanted and try to take it all away from Jure, but the weakness around his mouth worried me.

The frown and scowl on his face showed me he was thinking about what I said. Before he could reply I added, "Celandine will be yours, Jure will leave his land and his castle. The fight will be won by the strong."

No wonder Oracles, mediums and prophets all talked in riddles and cliches. It was darn hard saying something while saying not much of anything at all. Drevan could put whatever spin he wanted on this pronouncement. It wasn't that I didn't know the future, it was just that I didn't want to change it.

"I will have all I want?" he persisted.

Stick a fork in me, I was done. "I have spoken. I will say no more." I said in my most final and authoritative voice, the one I learned from Gran when she had well and truly made up her mind about something. That woman could be stubborn as a mule and so could I.

He must have seen the Stackhouse stubbornness radiating from me because he said, "Do you want gold or jewels?" He took a small pouch from his waistband and held it out to me. The idea of taking payment for sending this mirror image of Jure to his doom made my blood run cold.

"I want nothing except my freedom," I said.

Drevan raised the cage to one of the narrow windows in the four foot thick walls. He opened the door and the bird stepped out onto the sill.

It looked around the room, made a loud WHOO WHO WHO and walked to the opening, pushing itself off the edge and up into the night. I saw the outline of the bird cross the three quarter moon and fly off into the inky blackness of the Croatian night that lay over the even blacker mass of the forest.

I was still standing there. The bird was gone and I was still in Drevan's castle. Just as I began feeling a tad awkward the room faded away and reformed. Four poster bed ... crystal chandelier .... my beautiful Viking looking down at me.

I was back in the hotel safe room.

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more to come .... Greetings Fanpires ..... Hope you are doing well ... very glad you could stop by. See you next Saturday, thanks for your continued interest.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

147 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman Look to the Future - Part Two

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Seven

My eyes opened and I saw I was in a round stone walled room. From the narrow windows and the torches in iron holders I figured I was in a castle. It wasn't a very big room furnished with a round rough hewn wooden table on which stood a thick smoky crudely formed candle, a cloth covered square table and fur covered chaise lounge.

That's where I was, on the lounge, covered with a thick hand woven wool blanket. That wasn't really necessary because vampires didn't feel the cold but it at least meant someone was making a effort to take care of me.

A short thick vampire man stood by the door. His sandy hair was coarse and wild, chopped off in any old which-a-way. His tunic and pants looked like they were made from burlap, his leather shoes so cracked I could see his grimy toes. His eyes were too small and too close together for his broad face, shaded by bushy eyebrows. He smiled a gap toothed mirthless smile and said something loudly. It was in a language I didn't understand. He didn't appear to be addressing the remark to me, but to the door behind him.

I swung my legs over, pushed off the blanket and stood. I was still in the red dress and fancy gold jewelry. Maybe I was being held for ransom.

"Where am I?" I asked the man.

"Majstor će objasniti," he said to me in a flat gravelly voice.

"Who are you?" I asked, coming closer to him. I was almost a half foot taller than him.

"Majstor će objasniti," he repeated.

Well this was getting us nowhere. Was Jure up to his tricks again? It seemed impossible he would follow me to Scandinavia and then mess with my mind. There were so many reasons this was not likely I decided to look for another explanation. Time travel? A visit to a nearby dimension? Both of those seemed more possible than Jure going off the rails and playing some bizarre prank.

The door opened and I was proved wrong. There stood Jure, dressed all in black, his silky raven hair hanging close over the sides of his face like partially drawn curtains. His dark eyes blazed from within the shadows created by his hair. He looked plum crazy. Had Jure lost his mind? He must have to pull a stunt like this.

I decided to play this lightheartedly in case there was some way I could salvage the situation as some kind of joke and not mess things up for Linda. Maybe Jure was doing this in his subconscious mind and wasn't even aware he had summoned me.

"Jure, what the dickens are you up to now?" I asked, smiling, trying to show I wasn't mad and wasn't going to make a big deal out of this, whatever this was..

The man didn't move his lips but I heard his answer in my mind. He raised his face slightly, the curtains of blue-black hair parting a little more. Dark emotions gave his eyes an intensity that seemed to burn from his very soul.

"Jure? Jure is a pathetic weakling that can not control his wife or his peasants. How do you know my brother?"

I looked at this replica of Jure and the truth dawned on me. This wasn't Jure, this was his twin brother Drevan. Wherever I was, whenever I was, in this reality Drevan hadn't taken Celandine away from Jure yet, hadn't set in motion the chain of events that ultimately resulted in his death. Drevan had the same strong Slavic features Jure did, the same big jaw, jutting eyebrow ridge, high elegant cheekbones.

The difference was in the mouth and eyes. Where Jure's mouth and eyes showed arrogance, a hint of contempt and supreme will, Drevan's mouth had the turned down corners of discontent, his lips pouted and truculent, his eyes wary as if waiting for a chance to take advantage of a moment of weakness.

Apparently Drevan couldn't read my mind and I couldn't read his. But he could project his thoughts into my mind so that I could hear them.

"You are the Oracle. You must tell me what I should do to accomplish my goals. Once you have mapped a course for me I will set you free," he thought/said.

I spoke out loud, wondering how he understood my modern day English. "What are your goals, Drevan Grando?"

As I spoke I realized that while I was thinking in English, my words were coming out in whatever language he understood, probably Croatian. Some kind of magic was at play here, maybe to prevent anachronisms from crossing the sea of time, maybe part of the same magic that had brought me here.

He smiled slightly. He had the same sneery half smile Jure did only his half smile went the other way. I remembered Linda saying they were like mirrors. "So you are truly the Oracle. You know who I am."

"I also know you want to take Celandine for your own and take over Jure's inheritance. Except for a moment in birth all this would have been yours." I gestured with my hand, hoping to look impressively all knowing.

He nodded, looking up more as I captured his complete interest. His dark eyes glittered behind his veil of hair, reflecting the torch light. He was mighty pleased that he had found the Oracle to help him.

"The witch has done well," he said, more to himself than to me.

Oh mercy me, another witch. I made a mental note to myself to stay the heck away from witches when I got back to my regular life. Except Amelia of course.

That was when I heard Eric's mighty bellow outside the castle walls, calling my name.

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more to come .... Greetings Fanpires! Thank you for traveling through the nebulous lands of the internet to visit with me here. Here you are always received with joy. See you next week.

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Saturday, June 1, 2013

146 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman Look to the Future - Part Two

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Six

The battle wound down when the barrels of alcoholic beverage ran dry. One of the three noisy generators that provided the lights for the battlefield began to splutter and needed to be refilled with gasoline.

I was full and happy, striding around with Eric.  The victorious Viking warriors, both human and vampire, cheered me as I passed. For one glorious night I got to see what it felt like to be Queen of All She Surveyed. It was nice. 

An older human woman with long wavy wild white hair flapping in the breeze stepped out of the crowd. In every way the crone of legend she had a hooked nose, few teeth and a big wart on her chin. It's like she was cast to be the Witch. Though bent with age, she quickly hobbled up to me and spoke. Her quick movement belied her aged appearance. Was this just a guise?

With gnarled hands she held a gold jewel encrusted goblet up to me in a ceremonial way. It might have come from the same museum my jewelry was stored in. I looked to Eric for translation as I carefully took the cup from her with both my hands. It was big, heavy and half full of a dark liquid.

"She is the local enchantress. She wants you to drink from the goblet and predict how the year will be for the village," Eric explained.

I took the goblet and looked at it sceptically. Since Turning I hadn't used a glass, cup, fork or plate. The large golden cup seemed both strange and familiar to my hands. I smelled the unpleasant metallic scent of True Blood, or its European equivalent, mixed with some strange plants, kind of like very strong marijuana and other plant smells.  I felt a momentary gagging sensation in my throat at the thought of drinking from the cup. I decided to pretend.

I gave the witch a solemn nod and put the cup to my lips. I tipped it slightly but not enough for the liquid to touch my lips. The smell was wonderful, not the True Blood, of course, but the herbs it contained. One of them reminded me of some sweet wild flower I had smelled as a child. It was almost a hypnotic scent ...

"Dricka! .. dricka! ..." the witch screeched, suddenly making an upwards gesture with her hands. The cup, which must have been bespelled,  jerked upwards, surprising me and causing me to gulp down a big swallow of the drink.

Before I could even splutter Eric had knocked the cup away from me. The Hag jumped back and cackled, hopping around in glee on bandy matchstick legs, mighty spry for a woman her age. She scooped up the cup from the slushy snow where it had landed without damage.

All the onlookers laughed and clapped and cheered. They were used to the antics of the local witch, I guess. I wanted to be a good sport and not ruin the event. Since I was the main attraction all eyes were on me, waiting for my pronouncements. Eric was frowning but he wasn't going to attack the old woman. This was one part of the show he hadn't known about, apparently.

I tried to think of a prophecy. Since I wasn't an Oracle and didn't know the kind of things they said I decided to stick with generalities. I knew this was called a "cold reading" from Amelia's explanation of how a person without psychic abilities could appear to read tarot cards or tea leaves and come up with information that seemed personally relevant to the client but would really apply to just about anyone.

"This will be a good year," I said in what I hoped was a portentous tone. The human with the deep voice translated my words. Everyone cheered.

"The crops will be abundant," I went on. I was hoping this was a farming community and not a factory town. Translating and more cheering.

I opened my mouth to say that all the babies born will be healthy but what I said was, "Lucas Bergman's wife Linnea will leave him if he does not stop hitting her."

I clapped my hand over my mouth, shocked at what I had just said. I looked at Eric, my eyes wide. He looked just as startled as I did.

When I took my hand from my mouth I said, " Nils Olsson will deny paternity of Eva Agardh's baby, but he is truly the father." I heard a few gasps go up from the crowd.

A big red bearded man stepped from the back and said something angry, waving his fist.

"Get me out of here, right now!" I said in a panic to Eric. He said a few words to his friend Vagn and we all moved at warp speed to Vagn's Volvo. The vampires could see us but we would appear to simply disappear to the humans in the crowd. Of course they would see the Volvo drive off from the mucky snow and mud parking area.

I said, "Anni Anders will die suddenly of an aneurism," but I had my hand pressed so hard to my mouth I don't think Eric or Vagn understood what the muffled sounds were.

I looked at Eric, my hand still over my mouth and saw he had the same thought I did, that the herbs in the beverage had some kind of magic ability to unleash an ability to see the future. Whether this was something everyone could do or whether it was some quality of mine didn't matter. I just wanted it to wear off quickly. There was no way I wanted to know the future, much less compulsively blurt it out.

No new revelations came to me. We hummed along in the car, Eric telling Vagn to take us back to the hotel. The thought of being in our safe room relaxed me. I took Eric's hand and held it.

I took my other hand from my mouth and said, "I will take a long journey and meet a tall dark stranger ..."

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Saturday, May 25, 2013

145 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman Look to the Future - Part Two

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Five

The phone calls home were all reassuring. Our girls and their families were well, the club was doing fine and Jason confirmed that the renovations on the research center were all proceeding according to schedule. There was still more activity than usual in the center, raising my hopes that the Daynight project might be showing success. I didn't miss daylight but I did miss being part of the activities that took place during daylight.

The night of the re-enactment Eric was like a kid on Halloween. He tried on several leather kilts and draped animal skins over his broad shoulders and drew and sheathed his broadsword in front of a mirror repeatedly. All this sheathing and unsheathing was turning me on, a fact that wasn't lost on Eric. After a few minutes we were both naked and would have to start all over to get dressed. It was worth it.

Many of the women were going to wear plain home spun fabric tunics or gowns and hand knitted raw wool shawls.  Eric wanted me to wear a long red silk dress trimmed with embroidery, accessorized with gold jewelry so breathtakingly exquisite it looked like it might have been borrowed from a museum.

"Are you sure I should be wearing these things?" I asked him, holding out my arm bands and indicating my heavy bib necklace made of coiled and pounded gold. The gold was so soft I could scratch it with my thumbnail. It was probably 22 or even 24 carat gold.

"Only you, the Profet, can wear them," he explained, lacing his knee high fur lined soft leather books.

"Does 'profet' mean the same thing as prophet?"

"Yes, you are the Ancient Pythoness. You are the reason for the battle."

"Me?" I had no idea I was to play a pivotal role in the battle. I was real glad this was all fake.

"Why is that?" I asked.

He explained. Two warring tribes wanted to possess me, I mean, the Pythoness. Back in the day she not only ruled on legal matters, she also drank from a special goblet and foresaw the events that would come to pass. Since the Pythoness was originally one of the Oracles at Delphi this made sense.

Eric was to be my personal bodyguard. I wouldn't swing a sword but I could drink from anyone wearing a sprig of Linnea Borealis or Twinflower.  Eric reassured me once again that he would make sure I didn't drink too much from one donor. I felt secure, especially after room service brought a donor for me before we left for the battle ground.

Finally we were dressed. At the door he opened a carved wooden box and took out an elaborate golden crown. Eight pointed spikes on eight jeweled medallions made the crown both fabulous and heavy. He placed it reverently on my head, fluffed my hair, and stood back to admire me.

He dropped to one bare knee. "My Queen," he said, taking my hand and kissing it. I looked at his bowed head and knew that this was both a great erotic turn on and also had real meaning for Eric. He came from a time of Kings and Queens. As a matter of fact, being in Vampire culture, Kings and Queens still ruled everything.

"Stand, Eric Northman, my loyal guardsman, and take your place at my side," I said royally.

Eric looked up at me, his blue eyes sparkling with love and fun. He was glad I got it. "I hear and I obey, My Queen."

The field that was to be the location of the re-enactment battle was shrouded in fog. A warm front moving in caused strands and wisps of white to make patterns in the air. Human, vampires and a few were-wolves stood around in costume talking quietly. Their weapons looked real. Hope they all had control of their emotions.

A man in a red cloak trimmed in white fur blew a trumpet,  then a big human guy with a deep voice announced something. Everyone turned to look at me.

"They are announcing your arrival," Eric explained.

I was confused. "Do you mean my arrival or the pretend arrival of a re-enactor playing the part of the Oracle?"

I graciously nodded to everyone as the men were bowing and the women were dipping a knee in a small curtsey.

Eric smiled, "Actually both. Since you have the power of life and death over each of these people they greet you as a higher authority. Please excuse me for a moment."

Eric drew his sword and in a few long strides he walked up to a hooded and cloaked figure that was turned away. With one sweep of his sword he chopped off the head of the figure. The head went flying reminding me of Eric's "bowling for vampires" quip in a similar situation. The body remained standing.

A gasp went up from the humans but I knew from the smell and sound that the figure was made of straw and wood. Eric resheathed his sword and a cheer went up from the crowd. Let the games begin.

"That was the symbolic beheading of the enemy King," Eric said happily.

"Which King would that be?"

"Whoever was in power at the time," Eric said.

Apparently this was an all purpose re-enactment to satisfy a variety of long standing grudges and historical scenarios. That was fine with me as long as nobody got hurt.

With a fierce roar a bunch of combatants rushed from the nearby woods. They were wearing fur robes, some with synthetic fur replacing the real thing, and waving wooden pikes. A group of big blond men dressed in leather kilts like Eric ran to engage them. They were good at fake fighting, looking realistic but never actually coming to blows.

The grunts of hand to hand combat and the screams of the "dying" could not completely drown out a small group of music makers that stood off to the side, pounding drums and blowing horns while a vocalist recited something in Old Swedish from a scroll.

"He is telling the saga of our victory at the Battle of Hjörungavágr." Eric's sensuous lips twisted deliciously when he pronounced "Hjörungavágr".

My fangs started to tingle and Eric reminded me, "You may have anyone wearing of sprig of Linnea Borealis."

"Really?" I asked. I wasn't sure what that looked like, but I figured anyone bothering to pin a sprig of flowers to their costume was fair game.

I had been standing off to one side but now I walked into the heart of the fracas, Eric right behind me. Anyone that didn't move out my way was shooed to one side by the fiercesome appearance of my honeybuns and his great big sword.

I found a tousle haired young man of about twenty brushing off and replacing a sprig of flowers on his cap after a wooden sword had knocked it to the slushy snow. He looked absolutely yummy, flushed with battle, long tender neck.

In a nanosecond I was upon him, looking in his eyes to glamour him then feeding, hearing his heartbeat slow to the beat of the drums and the cries of the warriors. It was glorious and I only stopped when Eric gently tugged my arm.

"There are many more for you," he said, sweeping his thick arm to take in the whole battle which continued to grow as more people joined in. It was less organized and more like a free for all now. I smelled some kind of alcoholic beverage made from honey. There were barrels of it on crude wooden tables to refresh the humans. They drank from wooden mugs.

I saw another good choice and then another and another. I grinned at Eric. "This is wonderful. Thank you for bringing me here."

Eric hugged me and said in my ear, "When it comes to a good meal, presentation is everything."

A "wounded" human smeared with catsup blood on his tunic and a large clump of flowers in his waistband staggered past me, giving me a wink. I pounced.

Eric, as usual, was so very right. Presentation was everything.

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Saturday, May 18, 2013

144 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman Look to the Future - Part Two

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Four



"Listen," Eric whispered.

We were standing in the snow covered fields about five kilometers north of Uppsala. This was Gamla Uppsala called "Old Uppsala" and it was very cold. The stars, tiny pinpoints of light, glittered overhead, illuminating the fields and three burial mounds ahead of us. To our eyes it was as bright as day. A human might have made out the general shape of the mounds against the sky but little else.

"What am I listening for? What do you hear?" I whispered back.

He hadn't been alarmed so I was listening to the sounds of the night, the sounds of the city to our south, the village nearby, all the myriad noises that make the tapestry of sound I had learned to tune out as background ambience. Nothing stood out in either sound or smell to cause me concern. There was a were-wolf in the nearby village, but it was very faint. She must be a resident of the village.

"I can hear the past, the burial songs of Kings, the roaring funeral fire sending his soul to Valhalla. I hear the crowds, weeping women, the mingled languages of the Vikings and Romans. I hear history being made," Eric said.

I listened real hard but I still could only hear the present. I realized he was hearing the memories of sounds he had experienced in this very place. This place had meaning to Eric, therefore it had meaning to me too.

He looked down at me, his eyes  glowing a beautiful blue with the power of his nostalgia. "There were three large wooden statues of Odin, Thor and Freya. They guarded the spirit of the King on the pyre and welcomed him to paradise. So much has passed away Sookie there is no way to tell of it. Yet, here I stand, where I stood so many centuries before as a newly Turned vampire."

I couldn't tell if he was sad about this or not. "Were you happy back then?" I asked, snuggling closer to him. We began to slowly walk around the mounds to the side where you could see there had once been an excavation.

"We did not think in those terms. Happiness is a modern invention. There was the wild joy of battle and blood lust, women and victory. There was the secure feeling of having a safe place and gold put away for the future. But happiness, as I am happy now? No, I was not happy." His tone was somber.

"You have brought my happiness to me," he added, his voice choked with emotion. Then slowly, slowly, he kissed me. He wanted something from me, something powerful.

We moved to the base of one snow covered mound and made love again, the icy feel of the snow adding to our pleasure. We rolled naked in the snow like children when we were done, laughing and hugging and celebrating our life together. He spoke to me in tender tones using the beautiful lyrical language I couldn't translate into English, yet my heart understood what was meant.

I knew that Eric wanted to tie the present to the past, to have it all be part of a whole. He was bringing me into his past and perhaps changing some of the bad things he experienced into more hopeful and better memories. I surely hoped so. He wanted me to act as a bridge between his Viking warrior past and his present role as father, grandfather and husband. I would try to reach out to his past experiences and be part of both now and then.

I thought of my momentary flash trip into an alternate dimension when I was talking with Jure. Perhaps someday I would actually have the ability to visit Eric in his human life, as a newly Turned vampire, during his darkest hours. The thought was intriguing but terrifying. If I changed one tiny thing in the past the whole present might be different. The very idea made me fearful. I clutched onto Eric and told him how much I loved him, that he was my whole life and how happy I was in our life together.

He threw his head back and laughed, his eyes twinkling with affection and the elation of lovemaking.

"You sound as if something or someone might come along and take it from you. Nothing can tear us apart, my Sookie. I knew that from the first time I laid eyes on you. I saw your innocence and courage. You stood up to me despite your fear. How I respected that spirit of yours and wanted it for my own."

I didn't mention my thoughts preceding my declaration. Anna Hita had explained that it was only the work of the witches summoning the past that had thinned the present enough for me to momentarily break through. It was a one time event, I told myself. I am firmly planted in the here and now.

On the way back to the hotel we discussed our phone conversations with the girls and Fangtasia. To expedite things both Eric and I had made calls at the same time. Eric called Pam to check on the club and discovered she was visiting Jason. It was almost dawn there so she was in a hurry to leave. She gave the phone to Jason so he could discuss the latest jobs with Eric.

The most important job he was over seeing was the renovation being done to the safe rooms and top secret labs in the Research Center. Hard to believe it had been built so long ago it now required more modern and efficient accommodations. It seems like just yesterday the top secret center, devoted to discovering a way for vampires to walk in the day, was being excavated and built underground.

"Your brother said there seemed to be something big going on in the Research Center. Of course they would not allow him to know anything of their business but he said many of the "big wigs" were there in a meeting. Does "big wigs" mean important people?" he asked me.

"Yes, it does."

"He is almost done with the updates," Eric said. "If there is a development with Daynight we will be notified."

I told Eric my news. "Linda told me she had spoken to Jason about redecorating the office. With Jure's help she's almost done organizing the paperwork. She's hired an office worker to enter a lot of the paperwork into a data base, thus eliminating the need for paper files. She's storing the information on a cloud so it can't be lost."

Eric stopped and looked up. "A cloud does not seem very stable."

"I think the term cloud means keeping the info at a remote location. She said it wasn't anything that you might want to keep private. Just records of our billing with our distributors, band engagements, all things that are publicly known," I assured him.

I changed topics. "Why was Pam at Jason's house?" I asked.

Eric and I had reached the hotel. I was glad. Sex always made me hungry. Didn't seem to make a difference that I'm a vampire. We stopped at the desk and I asked for two donors to be sent to our room. The girl working the desk was terrified of us. Her hands shook as she made out a request and her voice was barely audible as it squeaked out. She spoke English to me with a strong Swedish accent.

"We'll have that sent right up, Mrs. Stackhouse. I mean ... them ... I'll have them ..." her voice trailed off. She was afraid she might have somehow offended me at her answer.

"Thank you Agda," I said in a reassuring tone, reading her name from a plastic badge on her suit jacket..

She looked completely freaked out. "How do you know my name?" she gasped. The smell of her fear was making me hungrier. My fangs came out. I turned my face from her so as not to alarm her further.

"My wife read your name tag," Eric said, pointing to her badge.

She must not have been expecting Eric to say anything or move because she jumped and gave a tiny shriek at the sound of his deep voice and the gesture of his hand. She looked at him with the whites showing around her fjord blue eyes.

The manager glided up on tidy patent leather shoes and said, "That's all right Agda, I'll see to these guests."

He said, "Please excuse Agda, she's new here and still learning the routine." 

Agda had backed up to the farthest corner of the reception area, her hand on her neck. I don't think she was aware she was doing it. I didn't think learning the routine was her problem, I thought being scared half to death of vampires was her problem.

He looked at the request form and said smoothly, "We'll fill this immediately. Will there be anything else?"

Eric told him no and went to our room to wait for my dinner. It was a reality check to come across a human that was still afraid of me. Most of the folks I dealt with were completely used to vampires.

Once in our room Eric smiled a wicked little smile and touched the tip of my fang with a finger. He knew the girl's fear had turned my appetite on high. "You are going to love the re-enactment," he assured me.

A knock at the door, a tip given to the waiter ... Eric escorted two healthy young men in and I tucked in, putting my questions aside til later.

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more to come ..... (Greetings Fanpires! So glad to see you here. Ah, life is almost normal for me again. Hope your lives are also the way you would like. See you next Saturday!)

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Saturday, May 11, 2013

143 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman Look to the Future - Part Two

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Three

Planning our trip to Scandinavia was a lot different for Eric than it had been for him in the past. No longer footloose and fancy free, we needed a way to keep open communication between our sojourn into the wilderness and our family, friends, business concerns, responsibility and property.

In the end Eric saw he was not going to be able to just throw off his partnership in Fangtasia. Linda simply didn't want it. Not yet. And Jason, bless his heart, told Eric that it would be too much responsibility to make all the decisions while Eric was away. Secretly I was glad my brother knew his limitations. I would have hated having him mess up and Eric mad at him.

Even the King, never completely reasonable at the best of times, realized Eric was over due a vacation. The King made it clear he also wanted the peace and order Eric kept in Area Five to be unruffled. That meant that Eric needed to be on call in case something truly overwhelming happened. Nothing was on the horizon, but you just couldn't be too careful.

I also needed to be available in case a legal situation required my attention. Merry Dixon fielded all my requests, she would be able to sort out what was of immediate concern and what wasn't. We had an excellent world wide phone service. We wouldn't be out of touch.

Last but not least on Eric's pile of responsibilities was me. I still needed at least three donors a night to get enough to eat. I could drain one person if I was willing to kill someone but of course I never would. We arranged for cases of TruBlood to be delivered to our hotel in Uppsala as well as donors lined up by the local vampire club "Natt Dröm".

Eric had friends there that would not let his wife go hungry. They also had a roster of bodyguards that would make sure we were safe if we needed them. The supernatural protection we enjoyed since I became the Interim Pythoness seemed to be excellent, however, no vampire lived to an old age by being reckless.

It was hard to leave the girls and especially hard to leave little Kyle Eric. In deference to my wishes Eric cut back our planned trip from a month to two weeks. I felt comfortable leaving for that period of time. After all, how much could happen in fourteen nights?

Our travel was comfortable and unremarkable thanks to Anubis Airlines. They were thriving while other airlines were struggling. Vampire security and the general higher standard of wealth enjoyed by crafty vampires made their business hum.

Our hotel, Hotel Uppsala, was not the fanciest place, but it had the best safe rooms. Eric knew this because his European construction company,
Säker Dag had installed it. Säker Dag meant "Safe Day" in Swedish. We had the deluxe safe room with plenty of room for our clothes and a super sized four poster king bed. A warm donor was waiting for me in the room. I fed and pinked up, feeling the rush I always got from a good meal. The very air in Sweden acted as an aphrodesiac on Eric and we made use of the bed as soon as our door closed behind the donor.

Vagn Åkesson, the propietor of Natt Dröm, met us at our hotel later that first night. Although average in stature, Vagn had the sort of dynamic personality that almost seemed larger than the man himself. He was dressed in a black sweater and blue jeans, his straight straw blond hair worn collar length. He had the strong jaw and clear blue eyes I associated with Viking men. His nose looked like it had been broken more than once before he was Turned, giving his handsome Nordic face extra character.

Vagn could scarcely contain his joy at seeing his friend Eric again. They spoke to each other in rapid fire Swedish, then slowed down so Eric could tell me what was being said.

"Vagn has arranged for a re-enactment of the Battle of Hjörungavágr. There is a society of Jomsvikings that act out famous battles." Eric explained.

"That sounds interesting," I said luke warmly.

I had seen plenty of re-enactments of battles growing up. Men in a motley array of period costumes acted out various battles of the War of Northern Aggression. All the battles I had seen, many of them dragging out for hours in the stifling heat and unrelenting sun, ended in a victory for the South. I must have been almost a teenager before I fully realized the South had actually lost the war.

The idea of sitting around watching another re-enactment didn't thrill me.

"I was a Jomsviking, a Viking mercenary. I was not from Jomsborg but still I was able to join," he said proudly.

"Osynlig krigare," Vagn laughed.

"That means "invisible warriors". They called us the invisible warriors because we vampires were so fast they could not see us. There are plenty of donors that will take part in the battle. We will be able to take part and feed during the battle. It will be like the old days," Eric told me, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

I saw this meant the world to Eric and who knows? I might have the time of my life dressing up and biting people. I felt a tingling and stirring in my fangs. Eric and Vagn saw it too.

"Ja ja det är bra!" Vagn said heartlily, nodding, clapping Eric on the shoulder.

"He thinks you are a good mate for me," Eric translated.

Vagn's attitude was so typical of vampire mentality, the bloodthirstier the better. I tried to keep tight control on my impulses. There was a time and place for feeding. This was left over from my human thinking, I knew. What might be a little excusable "whoopsie" killing for a vampire would mean an eternity of miserable guilt and remorse for me.

However, the re-enactment would be designed especially to provide donors in the role of battle victims. This would be the best of both worlds. I could actually pounce on my prey and feed, Eric would keep a Maker's eye on me to prevent me from killing anyone, and I would feel a bit of what Eric had experienced in the heat and pleasure of battle. Putting it that way, it sounded a lot like sex.

I smiled, starting to warm up to the whole idea of acting out something that Eric had actually lived. That would be in two nights. For tonight we were going out to a snowy field and enjoy the night. But first we would check our messages, make a few calls,  and make sure all was well at home.


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Saturday, May 4, 2013

Thank you!!

Thanks for all your very kind good wishes. I am on the mend but still have to wait another week before I can type. See you next week... til then stay positive. Love you!

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Oopsie!

Greetings Fanpires! I took a little tumble and sprained my shoulder. I can't type this week but hope to have another chapter by next week. Thanks for stopping by, see you next Saturday.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

142 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman Look to the Future - Part Two

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Two



Before we went into the club to sit on our raised platform and give the tourists a couple more real vampires to gawk at, I needed to ask Linda something. I returned to the office and found Jure back at his task of helping Linda sort out decades of paperwork. I stayed in the doorway, not wanting to distract him once again from his work.

"Linda, just a quick question. What color sweater did you wear to Amelia's?"  I wanted to make sure I knew we were in the same reality we had been before Amelia did her magic.

"I wore a green sweater. It was on sale at Tara's Togs, you know, the new outlet in Shreveport?" She took some papers from Jure and ran them through the shredder, making quite a racket.

While she shredded I thought about this. At some point I knew her sweater had been green, then I recalled it was blue but in the end it was green. This meant we were most likely back in our original reality just like Anna Hita had assured me.

When the shredding racket stopped Linda asked, "Have you been there? They have a wonderful Night Fashion section."

She went back to the boxes on the office sofa and gleefully threw an empty one in the corner on a pile of crushed boxes. She dusted her hands together. "Another one down," she said with satisfaction.

The clothing store she was talking about was the latest branch of Tara's Togs. What had started as one small clothing store in Bon Temps had blossomed into a thriving chain of five stores, their success mainly due to the large assortment of vampire apparel they stocked. The state of Louisiana was Vampire Central. Many of the tourists and locals living here wanted to dress, live and play like vampires, without actually becoming vampire, of course.

The store's success, based on Goth attire, was ironic because Tara basically didn't approve of vampires. She had been vocal of her disapproval of me marrying one when I was still human. This caused a rift in our relationship that had never mended.

"No, I haven't made it there yet. How's Tara doing?"I still had a slight pull of concern for Tara based on our years together as childhood friends.

"She wasn't in the store, of course, but the salesgirl said she was in a week or so ago, so I guess she's doing OK." Linda shrugged, straining to read the faded print on an old invoice to see if it was something that needed filing or shredding. Jure glanced at it over her shoulder and pointed to the shredding pile. His vampire vision could see the date.

Linda hadn't ever met Tara because Tara wouldn't have approved my decision to have children with a vampire. Tara was a "humans only" kind of gal. My girls didn't need that kind of negativity in their lives.

"Glad to hear it. I'm going into the club to sit with your father. Goodnight sweetheart," I said, hugging my dusty daughter. I gave Jure a short nod.

"Remember, I'm only doing this so I can redecorate this place any way I want," she reminded me.

"You got it," I assured her.

In the hall I saw Pam showing her bracelet to Mandy, one of the human waitresses. I went over to admire it.

"Those are real diamonds!" Mandy said breathlessly. "And real rubies!"

Pam was pleased with her bracelet but not because of the value of the stones. She treasured it because the fabled scryer had given it to her.

"It's very beautiful," I said to Pam. "It suits you."

 Pam smiled her cat smile and thanked me for the compliment. I thought about wishing her a Happy Turning Day too, but I wasn't sure if that was appropriate so I kept quiet.

The club was hopping, dancers twined sinuously around poles and a gaggle of young women in black lipstick and messy black hair stood around the dais and looked up at my husband in adoration. He knew the tight jeans and tighter shirt drove them wild, though you would never know he was pleased to have fangies gawking at him.

Eric was sitting on his throne, the place I first met him, looking over the dancers, drinkers, and devotees. His pale face, a blank unreadable mask, revealed something to me.

I leaned over to him a bit, though I didn't need to, he would be able to hear me over the music and din. Still it gave him a chance to appreciate my cleavage, which he did.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You feed, then we will go," he said.

"All right," I answered, slightly uneasy at Eric's desire to depart.

I took a few donors to the secret basement room, then we went out into the back parking lot. The night was more than half over, cool, crisp, with a driving breeze from the north. I could smell rain in the air.

We stood by the Corvette. Eric put his hand out and I placed mine in his big grip.

"Sookie, I am tired of this," he said, waving his hand towards the club. The faint strains of "I Love the Night Life" could be heard through the walls. "What would you think if I turned our share in the business over to Linda?"

"Do you think she's ready for that? It might be more than she could handle," I said.

"I would pay Pam extra to guide Linda and help her get up to speed," he suggested.

"I don't think Jure would like this kind of thing. He's almost a recluse. Being on exhibit here in Fangtasia doesn't sound like something he would ever do," I pointed out."It's a testimonial to how much he cares about Linda that he's even here helping her in the office."

"I know," Eric said with a shake of his head. "I can get plenty of vampires to parade around the club. He would not have to do that. Linda could continue on in the office. The only thing that would be different would be that I would no longer be required to be here a few nights a week. I have a vacation due me as sheriff. Jason can run the construction business."

I was surprised. I hadn't realized Eric wanted to throw off all his obligations.

"Why do you want to do this?" I asked in a non-challenging way.

He waited while a giggling group of young women, dressed all in black like queens of the night, made the way to their aged beige Honda Civic and got in. They were all agreeing they hated disco music like poison. They drove off slowly, the gloomy strains of Bauhaus blasting from the tinny speakers. Guess they came here on the wrong night.

"Snow," he said.

"Snow?"

"I want, no .. I need to go to where the snow is deep and untouched. I need the silence, the cold, the white and black of the snow bound night."

I knew Eric came from Nordic lands and now he was homesick for his homeland. He had shouldered the responsibilities of fatherhood, running the club, managing the construction business, and being the sheriff of Area Five.

For decades he had done everything in his power to make life good for his employees, friends and family. He had made life safe here for vampires and humans alike. He had given and given and given. Now he wanted something.

"How soon can we leave?" I asked him, putting my arms around him. I felt his body relax against mine. It was like our vacation had already begun. Snow it would be.



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Saturday, April 13, 2013

141 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman Look to the Future - Part Two

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty One


It wasn't unprecedented for Anna Hita to fly to Shreveport for an important reason but she didn't do it very often. She disliked leaving the safety of her parlor. Her time was valuable and traveling cut down on the clients she could see. I knew it had to be something pretty darn pressing to bring her here.

Naturally my mind immediately leapt to Jure. Did she know something so horrible about him she felt compelled to come here and intervene in his relationship with my Linda?

No, that didn't make sense. She knew all about Jure and all about Linda and all about their relationship. This was something else. Maybe she was going to prevail upon Eric not to prosecute Jure about his dire deed. But Eric had no intention of bringing any charges. Maybe the Pythoness wanted to install someone else in her place. Maybe ..

Eric went to her and dipped his knee to Anna Hita. His words were punctuated by the deep whump whump whump of the slowly revolving blades.

"Would you like to speak to us inside? It would be more private."

She nodded, one ringed hand holding down her bangs in the wind. We made our way over the lumpy parking lot into the employees entrance. Once inside we walked past the club door ("It's Raining Men") and went down into the basement. Mike Malone was loading up a hand truck with cases of beer. Apparently our liqueur license was back in good graces thanks to Pam.

Mike knelt down when he saw Anna Hita, only looking at her perfectly manicured feet and fancy sandals out of respect. Either he knew who she was or her very ancient and venerable status surrounded her like a glowing aura. She stopped and said, "You may rise and carry on your work."

Mike grinned as if she had told him he had just won the lottery. He nodded once again and pulled the hand cart into the small elevator that was used to lift heavy  loads to the bar area.

I looked at Eric to see if he seemed worried. He had the same neutral expression he always wore but I could tell he was making an effort to maintain that bland front. Behind those calm blue eyes his mind was going a million miles an hour trying to figure out what was going on and how he should react. This ability to anticipate problems and deal with them rapidly was one of his greatest survival mechanisms.

I had too many thoughts to sort out. I trusted Anna Hita. I would wait until I heard what she had to say before I reacted. We went into the second hidden basement, now a comfortable lounge for vampires to bring their donors if they didn't care to bring them home. Feeding in the club was illegal and not allowed under any circumstances.

"You have a thriving business here," Anna Hita said to Eric with a gracious smile. "You have done very well for yourself. There are many things you must concern yourself with but my business with Sookie does not need to be one of them."

Eric regarded the beautiful Scryer and her words carefully,  looking for the real meaning in them. Tiny thought crinkles appeared near his amazing eyes. Either she was politely telling him to leave us to our talk, or she was giving him the option of not knowing something he might rather not know. There was a certain value to not knowing something. If the information could harm me or the girls Eric might choose to not know it so that he could never be forced to reveal it.

He would know she wasn't so polite she would not ask for privacy if it was needed.

"Anything that affects my wife affects me. I would prefer to know what urgent matter has brought you here."  He gave a small nod to indicate he was posing his statement as a request.

He went to one of the sofas and sat down, signalling that he was staying and that we might as well sit down too. I felt relieved at his response. His support was the central pillar of my life. Without it I felt like I might collapse like Dumbo's circus tent.

Anna Hita and I sat down side by side and she partially turned to face me. "As you know, I have certain abilities. This gives me a peculiar sensitivity to the structure of space and time we inhabit. Last night I felt a ripple in that structure, a distinctive vibration that came from you."

Her words made me think of the Star Wars movies I had seen with the girls years ago. Was she talking about a "disturbance in the Force"?

"I'm not sure what you mean ..." I said.

"Picture a spider in the center of a web, legs touching the fine threads that radiate out. As soon as something touches one part of the web the spider feels the movement and can go to that place. I am like that spider except my web is three dimensional. I am at the center of a vast network of energy and when something disrupts it I can follow it to the source. Last night you were that source. Did anything unusual happen last night?"

I briefly considered fibbing to cover up the ectoplasmic reconstruction but I didn't see the danger in telling her the truth. Sometimes I wish there was a "pause" button on reality where I could put everyone on hold except Eric and consult with him about what I should do.

I looked at him and saw an open minded shrug in his eyes, meaning he had no idea if this was something we should keep covered up or not. Since Jure and Linda and the witches and Stanley the squirrel-man and heaven only knew who else had this information I didn't think there was any point in fudging the facts.

I told her all of it, about the painting in Jure's castle, my misgivings about Celandine showing up to reclaim her man, my distrust in Jure's ability to fully disclose the truth and the reconstruction at Amelia's. Then I got to the weird moment when I felt reality blink and I knew in that moment that this was what she was talking about. But surely I wasn't the source, Jure was. .... wasn't he?

"How did you explain to yourself what happened?" she asked, her eyes inquisitive and non-judgmental.

"First I thought Jure might have been trying to control my mind, then I thought .. um,"  

Uh oh, stay away from the whole mind reading thing I told told myself  ...

" I kind of thought that I had guessed that was what he might have said if he wasn't being honest," I finished lamely.

Anna Hita smiled a knowing smile, hearing the words I didn't say. "I can tell you what happened. The witches opened a doorway for the past to flow back and be reconstructed. There was a slight weakness in the fabric of space-time. When you asked Jure about what happened you momentarily bridged two realities. In this reality he told you the truth. In a nearby reality he told you his brother committed suicide. Did you notice anything different about the alternate reality?" she asked leaning forward with genuine interest.

I thought back ... Linda's top! "Yes, I was sure Linda had worn a blue sweater but when I looked at her in that moment her sweater was green."

This was very unsettling to me.

"So what reality am I in, my old one or the alternate one?"

Anna Hita laughed. "I am laughing because this is so familiar to me, this worry and confusion. Don't worry my dear Sookie, you just found a pulled thread in the fabric of reality, not a tear. You remain where you began, here in this plane of existence. I would caution you to stay away from any more reconstructions. Apparently you have a trace of my ability to jump from one reality to another."

I had always thought how cool it would be to be able to do that. Now I found it utterly terrifying.

"I don't want that ability," I said firmly. "No more magic for me, ever."

She nodded. "That might be the end of it," she reassured me. "Then again, one never knows for sure. This might just be the first dawning of a talent that will grow with age. We all have our special abilities. Yours might be similar to mine."

"Dear heavens I hope not!" I blurted out before thinking. "I mean, I know you can handle it but I have enough trouble just getting around here."

Eric stood and came to me, placing his hand lightly on my shoulder as if to keep me in the here and now. "Sookie is very happy with things the way they are. She does not want to rock the boat," he told her, smiling down at me, putting into words exactly how I was feeling.

Reassured that what she had felt was simply an unusual and momentary abberation, Anna Hita was soon ready to be on her way. Before she left the club she met with Linda and Jure and congratulated them on their engagement.

Then she stopped again and had a few moments of laughing conversation with Pam in the back hall. I saw her take off one of her bracelets and place it on Pam's slender wrist, a great gift, one I knew Pam would treasure.

Eric, watching this, said quietly in my ear, "Anna Hita is amazing. She remembered that this is Pam's birthnight."

"Pam was born today?" I asked, trying to recall how many years ago that would be.

"No, Pam was Turned tonight," he said.

There was a tilt to his chin and pride in his voice. I hoped I would turn out to be as good a choice as Pam had been. She was everything you would want in a Vampire Child. Though not, I reflected with a trace of happiness, everything you would want in a mate. That was my role and I would do my best not to let Eric down.

We went outside, said our farewells to Anna Hita and waved at the helicopter as it took off into the dark and windy night. When the speck of red tail light had disappeared I pushed the wild tangle of golden hair back from Eric's face and kissed him, the hub of my reality, letting the stars and the world revolve around us. I felt desire, peace and more than peace. I felt the bond only a vampire can feel for her Maker and the husband of her blood.
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more to come .... (Greetings Fanpires! Thank you for stopping by, you're the best group anyone could ever wish for. Peace to you .. see you next Saturday!)

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