The Vampire Chronicles Collection: Interview with the Vampire, The Vampire Lestat, The Queen of the Damned

by Anne Rice

crashing through the night on my Harley-Davidson motorcycle with the Bach Goldberg Variations turned up to full volume.

And what did I dream of as I spoke to her? Of an unprecedented rebellion, a great and horrific challenge to my kind all over the world.

Because if there is one law that all vampires hold sacred it is that you do not tell mortals about us.

I had to find Louis. I had to talk to him. In fact, after reading his account of things, I ached for him, ached for his romantic illusions, and even his dishonesty. I ached even for his gentlemanly malice and his physical presence, the deceptively soft sound of his voice.

Of course I hated him for the lies he told about me.

the story I could not tell him before. Old rules didn’t matter to me now, either.

I’d scare the hell out of them if it was possible, and charm them and lead them into the truth of it if I could.

what if they really believed it, really understood that this world still harbored the Old World demon thing, the vampire—oh, what a great and glorious war we might have then!

Even at the moment of destruction, I would be alive as I have never been.

I loved the monastery school. I loved the chapel and the hymns, the library with its thousands of old books, the bells that divided the day, the ever repeated rituals.