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It is so noisy here with the thoughts of so many people and minds so foreign to my experience. I can hardly credit the thoughts, the memories, and the realities that these people carry with them. Demons, angels, and vampires are creatures these people expect on the streets. No doubt, no superstition, just the reality of their presence.
Demons and angels. I cannot dwell on those now. From what these people believe here, I will have time.
A City out of time and space where those we think are fiction walk as reality. Though I am fiction as well for some, it should be said. Who will know me as I know the names of some of those who were here and have just left?
I would still hardly countenance it, but the great web of our kind that encircles the globe is no more. I cannot feel something I have felt for centuries. I would feel so alone, yet...
Yet amidst this strangeness and isolation, I can feel one other. A familiar mind indeed. The Brat Prince, as Marius is wont to call him, is here.
Of all our kind, of all the blood drinkers, who else would I find in this inconceivable place but Lestat de Lioncourt? What trouble will he bring this time? What will he break?
My name is Armand and I am newly arrived.
I have a message for someone who lives here: Lestat de Lioncourt.
Lestat, I have newly arrived and will be taking a house in the City. I believe you know better than I that I did not come with a wish to intrude, but I am alone here.
It is so noisy here with the thoughts of so many people and minds so foreign to my experience. I can hardly credit the thoughts, the memories, and the realities that these people carry with them. Demons, angels, and vampires are creatures these people expect on the streets. No doubt, no superstition, just the reality of their presence.
Demons and angels. I cannot dwell on those now. From what these people believe here, I will have time.
A City out of time and space where those we think are fiction walk as reality. Though I am fiction as well for some, it should be said. Who will know me as I know the names of some of those who were here and have just left?
I would still hardly countenance it, but the great web of our kind that encircles the globe is no more. I cannot feel something I have felt for centuries. I would feel so alone, yet...
Yet amidst this strangeness and isolation, I can feel one other. A familiar mind indeed. The Brat Prince, as Marius is wont to call him, is here.
Of all our kind, of all the blood drinkers, who else would I find in this inconceivable place but Lestat de Lioncourt? What trouble will he bring this time? What will he break?
My name is Armand and I am newly arrived.
I have a message for someone who lives here: Lestat de Lioncourt.
Lestat, I have newly arrived and will be taking a house in the City. I believe you know better than I that I did not come with a wish to intrude, but I am alone here.