Let tears gather in your eyes. You havenโt tears enough for what youโve done to me. Six more mortal years, seven, eightโฆI might have had that shape!โ Her pointed finger flew at Madeleine, whose hands had risen to her face, whose eyes were clouded over. Her moan was almost Claudiaโs name. But Claudia did not hear her. โYes, that shape, I might have known what it was to walk at your side.
Anne Rice