In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.

I don't believe in anything and that makes me stronger than you think

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

I do not allow fan-fiction. The characters are copyrighted. It upsets me terribly to even think about fan-fiction with my characters. I advise my readers to write your own original stories with your own characters. It is absolutely essential that you respect my wishes.

The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of the Damned, and the Damned can't live without her.

A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note," he said, "but the simplest way to break glass is simply to drop it on the floor.