To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

What is written beneath this heavy handsome book cover will count, so sayeth this cover.

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

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.

I assume I don't need an introduction.

Truth is a risky proposition. It's the nature of mediocre human beings to believe that lies are necessary, that they serve a purpose, that truth is subversive, that candor is dangerous, that the very scaffold of communal life is supported by lies.

Don't let the old story repeat itself now. Arm yourself with all that's happened.