Hoyt was by himself right under one of the portable lights rigged up for the occasion. He had his hands thrust in his pockets, and he looked more serious than I’d ever seen him. There was something strange about the sight, and after a second I figured out why. It was one of the few times I’d ever seen Hoyt alone.
Charlaine Harris (2012). “True Blood Omnibus III: All Together Dead, From Dead to Worse, Dead and Gone”, p.30, Hachette UK
