(From Memnoch, the Devill)
Lestat here. You know who I am? Then skip over to the next few paragraghs. For those whom I have not met before, I want this to be love at first sight.
Behold: your hero for the duration, a perfect immation of a blond, blue-eyed, six-foot Anglo-Saxon male. A vampire, and one of the strongest you'll ever encounter. My fangs are to small to be noticed unless I want them to be; but they're very sharp, and I cannot go for more than a few hours without wanting human blood.
Of course. I don't need it that often. And just how often I do need it, I don't know, becouse I have never put it to the test. I monstrouly strong. I can take to the air. I can hear people talking on the other side of the city or even the globe. I can read minds;I can bind with spells.
I'm immortal. I've been virtully ageless since 1789. Am I unique? By no means. There are some twenty other vampires in this world whom I know, half of these I know immedintly; one half of those I love.
Add to these twenty a good two hundred vagabonds and stragers whom I know nothing but now and then hear something; and for a good measure another thousand sectritive immortals; roaming about in human guise.
Copyright-Anne Rice.
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