Don't Be A Pawn In

Yet I Saw Crypts When I Looked At Him, And I Heard The Beat Of Kettledrums. I Saw Torchlit Fields Where I Had Never Been, Heard Vague Incantations, Felt The Heat Of Raging Fires On My Face. And They Didn't Come Out Of Him, These Visions. Rather I Drew Them Out On My Own. Yet I Never Had Nicolas, Mortal Or Immortal, Been So Alluring. Never Had Gabrielle Held Me So In Thrall. Dear God, This Is Love. This Is Desire. And All My Past Amours Have Been But The Shadow Of This." — Lestat De Lioncourt

Obviously, A Writer Can't Know Everything About What She Writes. It's Impossible.

You Look Good To Me, You Damnable Little Devil, Good To Embrace And Good To Love.

Vampires Pretending To Be Humans Pretending To Be Vampires ... How Avant-garde!

Your Love To Others, And Their Love For You, That The Increase Of Love In Life Itself Around You, Is What Matters.