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No, it wasn't the return of Roger, actually, that she prayed for; she believed too totally in the o a man's severed head is a bit of a shock, even if the head is frozen, and a dog had choer a bit before he'd been discovered, and ith the strict "no touch" rules of ht (I re soulfully toShe thought I was Dora's little brother What a soman she was Perhaps it's worth it to make a foray into the official mortal world once in a while in order to be called "a real trouper" instead of a Botticelli angel, which has beco the Undead )

It was the return of Lestat Dora dreamed of What else would ever allow her to break free of our enchant from the crowned prince himself?

I stood at the dark glass s of the high-rise apart and praying with her, wishing the great Earth were not so e in my foolish heart that in time this mystery of his disappearance would be resolved, as were all miracles, with sadness and small losses, with no more than little revelations that would leave ht in Venice when my Master and I were divided forever, si that I was still alive

I didn't fear for Lestat, not really I had no hopes for his adventure, except that he would appear sooner or later and tell us soular Lestat talk, for nobody aggrandizes as he does his preposterous adventures This is not to say that he hasn't switched bodies with a human I know that he has This is not t

o say that he didn't wake our fearsooddess Mother, Akasha; I know that he did This is not to say that he didn't sarish years before the French Revolution I've already told you so

But it's the way he describes things that happen to him that maddens h all these randonificant chain They are not They are capers And he knows it But hehis toe

The Jaes! A rock singer wailing on a th of that, retiring with a slew of recordings that feed hiht

He has a knack forhiraph he pens

I can't fault him, really I cannot help but hate it that he lies now in a co into a self-contained silence, despite the fledglings that circle him-for precisely the same reason as I did, to see for themselves if the blood of Christ has transfornificent manifestation of the miracle of the Transubstantiation But I'll coh

I've ranted myself into a little corner I knohy I resent hi to hammer at his reputation, to beat upon his immensity with both my fists

He has taught htto you my past with a coherence and calm that would have been impossible before I came to his assistance with his precious Memnoch the Devil and his vulnerable little Dora

Two hundred years ago he stripped me of illusions, lies, excuses, and thrust lory in the starlight that I had once known and too painfully lost

But as aited finally in the handsoh-rise apartment above St Patrick's Cathedral, I had no idea how much more he could strip froinehi to id sleep

But let o back do to the chapel here and layhih all sense has truly left him and will never return

I can't accept this I won't I've lost all patience; I've lost the numbness that was my consolation I find this moment intolerable-