Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned
Anne Rice
Anne Rice
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| "In London, past midnight in a darkened store, he found his vampire clothes. Coat and
pants, and shining patent leather shoes; a shirt as stiff as new papyrus with a white silk
tie. And oh, the black velvet cloak, magnificent, with its lining of white satin; it hung
down to the very floor. " Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned |
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| "And immediately in the streets of London people adored him! This had been the right thing to do. They followed him as he walked along smiling and bowing, now and then, and winking his eye. Even when he killed it was better. The victim would stare at him as if seeing a vision, as if understanding." Anne Rice |
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| "This fascinated him in a cold, harrowing fashion. "What a subject I am for study," he
whispered, eyes shining suddenly with unwelcome tears. Capes, white ties, vampire
movies, what was this to him! Who in hell was he? The fool of the gods, roaming the
road from moment to moment through eternity? When he saw a great lurid poster of
the Vampire Lestat mocking him in a video store window, he turned and with the
tongue flick of energy shattered the glass." Anne Rice |
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