I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground.

I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.

His blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestats words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard his heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be.

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a very dangerous enemy indeed.

Oh, the lies that I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.