c h a p t e r 5 "khayman, my khayman" cont. As his tears dried, he sat back, listening, thinking.
Dancers writhed on the lighted checkerboard before him. Women smiled at him. Was he a beautiful porcelain Pierrot to them, with his white face and red-stained cheeks? He raised his eyes to the video screen pulsing and glittering above the room. His thoughts grew strong like his physical powers.
This was now, The month of October, in the late twentieth century after the birth of Christ. And only a handful of nights ago, he had seen the twins in his dreams! No. There was no retreat. For him the true agony was just beginning, but that did not matter. He was more alive than he had ever been
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c h a p t e r 5 "khayman, my khayman" cont. But another curse came back to him, far stronger than his own. It had come a year after the awful moment when he had raped the two women -- a curse screamed within the courtyard of the palace, under a night sky as distant and uncaring as this.
"Let the spirits witness: for theirs is the knowledge of the future -- both what it would be, and what I will. You are the Queen of the Damned, that's what you are! Evil is your only destiny. But at your greatest hour, it is I who will defeat you. Look well on my face. It is I who will bring you down
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p a r t II "all hallows' eve"//Khayman watched from the archway as the Vampire Lestat's car entered the gates of the parking lot. Almost invisible Khayman was, even in the stylish denim coat and pants he'd stolen earlier from a shop manikin. He didn't need the silver glasses that covered his eyes. His glowing skin didn't matter. Not when everywhere he looked he saw masks and paint, glitter and gauze and sequined costumes
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p a r t II "all hallows' eve" cont.No wonder Lestat had chosen this place to throw down the gauntlet. In the main, these pampered children were good. Deprivation had never wounded or weakened them. They might prove perfect combatants for real evil. That is, when they came to realize that the symbol and the thing were one and the same.Wake up and smell the blood, young ones
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As his tears dried, he sat back, listening, thinking.
Dancers writhed on the lighted checkerboard before him. Women smiled at him. Was he a beautiful porcelain Pierrot to them, with his white face and red-stained cheeks? He raised his eyes to the video screen pulsing and glittering above the room. His thoughts grew strong like his physical powers.
This was now, The month of October, in the late twentieth century after the birth of Christ. And only a handful of nights ago, he had seen the twins in his dreams! No. There was no retreat. For him the true agony was just beginning, but that did not matter. He was more alive than he had ever been ( ... )
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But another curse came back to him, far stronger than his own. It had come a year after the awful moment when he had raped the two women -- a curse screamed within the courtyard of the palace, under a night sky as distant and uncaring as this.
"Let the spirits witness: for theirs is the knowledge of the future -- both what it would be, and what I will. You are the Queen of the Damned, that's what you are! Evil is your only destiny. But at your greatest hour, it is I who will defeat you. Look well on my face. It is I who will bring you down ( ... )
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