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"But you ile My blood's working on you, changing you, perfecting you "

Yes, destroying uely conscious ofdown on the bed I fell back into the silken pillows, and then there was the silk of her hair near ain, her lips onbeneath it,

"Listen to the sea," she whispered "Listen to the flowers open You can hear them now, you know You can hear the tiny creatures of the sea if you listen You can hear the dolphins sing, for they do " Drifting Safe in her arms; she the powerful one; she was the one they all feared

Forget the acrid s like guns on the beach beneath us; listen to the sound of a rose petal breaking loose and falling ontoto hell, and I cannot help it, and I a to sleep

"Hasn't that happened a million ti and death, you turned your back as ht?"

Darkness Splendid visions taking place; a palace even more lovely than this Victims Servants The mythical existence of pashas, and emperors

"Yes,that you desire, All the world at your feet I shall build you palace upon palace; they shall do it; they that worship you That is nothing That is the si,is done, think of the chase For they would surely run from you and hide from you, yet you would find them "

In the dwindling light-just before dreah the air, like the heroes of old, over the sprawling country where their campfires flickered

In packs like wolves they would travel, through the cities as well as the woods, daring to show themselves only by day; for only then would they be safe froht fell, ould cohts and by their blood, and by the whispered confessions of the women who had seen theht run, firing their useless weapons And ould swoop doould destroy them one by one, our prey, save for those anted alive, those whose blood ould take slowly, mercilessly

And out of that war shall coarden?

I tried to open my eyes I felt her kiss my eyelids

Drea

A barren plain and the soil breaking So the dried clods of earth out of its way I a across the barren plain as the sun sinks The sky is still full of tight I look down at the stained cloth that covers me, but this is not me I'm only Lestat And I'm afraid I wish Gabrielle were here And Louis Maybe Louis could make her understand Ah, Louis, of all of us, Louis who always knew

And there is the fa by the altar with the body-their mother's body and they are ready to consume

it Yes, it's their duty, their sacred right-to devour the brain and the heart Except that they never will because so awful always happens Soldiers co