Memnoch the Devil (The Vampire Chronicles, #5)

by Anne Rice

For those whom I have not met before, I want this to be love at first sight.

Please he’s so funny

Andrew Lloyd Webber at his best, I thought. Something from Phantom of the Opera.

Lestat’s a Phantom fan!!

Louis worships you. You’re some sort of dark god to him, though he pretends to hate you for having made him.

“I hear Armand and I see him and I ignore him,”

HAHAHAHAHA

I will say in retrospect that labor is an antidote for angst and general misery, and the fear that the Devil is going to grab you by the throat at any moment and bring you down into the fiery pit!

“You are a brat, Lestat,”

Imagine being so annoying that even the devil calls you a brat. Truly iconic.

“Yes,” I said, “and comb your hair, your beautiful russet hair.” My tone was angry. “You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.”

These two are pathetic ❤️

“Well, then, in the Savage Garden,” said Armand, “you shine beautifully, my friend. You walk as if it is your garden to do with as you please. And in my wanderings, I always return to you. I always return to see the colors of the garden in your shadow, or reflected in your eyes, perhaps, or to hear of your latest follies and mad obsessions.

How can Lestat stand pretending to hate Armand when Armand throws around poetry like “I see the colors of the garden reflected in your eyes”???

I don’t like myself, you know. I love myself, of course, I’m committed to myself till my dying day. But I don’t like myself.”

I tried to think it through again. (If you want to do this, just reread the last two pages.)

???? Alrighty then

don’t want to meet the unreformed monsters of Earth in Heaven! If it’s that easy, then the suffering of this world is damned near.…” “Damn near what?” “Unforgivable,” I whispered.

“Is that really why you drink blood? Just because you love it? Or isn’t it because you were made into a perfect preternatural mechanism for craving blood eternally, and thriving only on blood—snatched out of life and made a gleaming Child of the Night by an unjust world that cared no more for you and your destiny than it cared for any infant who starved that night in Paris?”

Are you evil or are you just trying to survive?

Hell would have to be where they see the consequences of their actions, but with a full merciful comprehension of how little they themselves knew.”

In the name of the cross, more injustice has been perpetrated than for any other single cause or emblem or philosophy or creed on Earth.

Hell is where I teach men and women that they can be better than He is.

And the final victory over all human evil will come only when He is dethroned, once and for all, demystified, ignored, repudiated, thrown aside, and men and women seek for the good and the just and the ethical and the loving in each other and for all.”

“Claudia, where are you?

Lestat’s literally in hell and the person he cries out for is Claudia brb while I go cry

Policemen were all over. Policemen everywhere stood on guard to help, to give out the warm tea, to put their pale shivering hands out over the flames in the drums.

Somehow, the least believable thing in this book

I saw Him standing at the balustrade.

What an image

Young. Louis. Inevitable.

If anything in the world could have truly comforted me, he would have been the thing—

His clothes were clean and new, too, as if he had perhaps dressed for me.

Omg Louis

“We can read them perhaps … you and I … together.”

Talk about a love language!!!