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Sookie Stackhouse 8-copy Boxed Set

The Sookie Stackhouse series is a mix of mystery, romance, and supernatural elements. The books follow Sookie, a telepathic waitress, as she navigates her life in Bon Temps, dealing with supernatural creatures and human relationships. The series is known for its engaging plot and well-developed characters, blending elements of fantasy with contemporary romance. more

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Charlaine Harris
Charlaine Harris

Charlaine Harris is an American author known for her suspense and fantasy novels. She is best known for her 'Sookie Stackhouse' series, which was adapted into the television series 'True Blood'. Born on November 25, 1951, Harris has enjoyed a successful writing career, with her works being appreciated for their unique narrative style and intricate character development. more

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“Theologians talk about a prevenient grace that precedes grace itself and allows us to accept it. I think there must also be a prevenient courage that allows us to be brave - that is, to acknowledge that there is more beauty than our eyes can bear, that precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm. And therefore, this courage allows us, as the old men said, to make ourselves useful. It allows us to be generous, which is another way of saying exactly the same thing.”

“If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning in the park With sapphire shadows on the snow. Or back to oak trees in the spring When you unloosed my hair and kissed The head that lay against your knees In the leaf shadow's amethyst. And still another shining place We would remember -- how the dun Wild mountain held us on its crest One diamond morning white with sun. But I will turn my eyes from you As women turn to put away The jewels they have worn at night And cannot wear in sober day.”

“From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.”

“As dew leaves the cobweb lightly Threaded with stars, Scattering jewels on the fence And the pasture bars; As dawn leaves the dry grass bright And the tangled weeds Bearing a rainbow gem On each of their seeds; So has your love, my lover, Fresh as the dawn, Made me a shining road To travel on, Set every common sight Of tree or stone Delicately alight For me alone.”