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Anne Rice
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July 23 - September 2, 2020
“I do,” said Marius. “I might be wrong. But I believe him. And for the moment, if any one of us acts on his own and tries to annihilate him, well, there will be tremendous discord. Believe me, I have in my heart of hearts not a particle of love for this creature, but I feel that the forgiveness of Rhoshamandes must be the cornerstone of what we are seeking to build.” The Prince rolled his eyes and smiled.
Marius nodded and smiled. He didn’t smile often, but when he did, he looked youthful and human just for an instant, rather than like an ancient Roman carved on a frieze.
He even talked like a Hollywood cowboy gunslinger, thought Derek. He looks like a princely porcelain statue but talks like a gunslinger, with a low easy drawl. French can be beautiful when you speak it with a drawl, and his English was beautiful with the French accent and the drawl. But however he spoke, he seemed sincere, and this warmed Derek’s heart. The Prince’s smile was brighter than Marius’s smile because the Prince smiled with his eyes and his lips, and Marius smiled mainly with his lips.
“I think he told you things perhaps that you didn’t know,” said the Prince. Then he shrugged, and sat up a little, and looked off again. “Naturally,” he said, “I wonder why you want to leave so soon. I wonder what he told you. I wonder if we really are friends, kindred, fellow travelers of the millennia. How can I not?”
I think that Lestat and Marius are being a bit too nosy with Kapetria lol I mean like come on guys! 😂
“Fareed won’t tell me what you’re doing,” she said. Ah, so she’d heard Benji’s call for all the blood drinkers of the world to be safe and still tomorrow evening at 6:00 p.m. “Do you blame him?” I asked. “You left us. You went off on your own when you might have helped us. You told us what to do, didn’t you, find some way to prevent the whole tribe from dying when you made your move. But you didn’t stay to help us figure out how.” “I’ll help you tomorrow night.” “Oh, no, you won’t. We’re not telling you where this is to take place and you’re not to come near us. If we see you or any of the
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Marius was working on the constitution, and on the rules. Marius was making the code. Marius was devising a way to enforce the rules against those who broke the peace by seeking to move into another’s territory, or through the wanton killing of innocent mortals, or innocent blood drinkers. Marius had just about as much authority and responsibility as he had ever wanted. And sometimes, Fareed thought, Marius didn’t want any more at all. Marius was weary. Marius was anguished. Marius was alone.
“It has to work,” Fareed whispered in the darkness. All scientific detachment deserted him. He was weeping, weeping like a child. “It has to work,” he said aloud, “because I can’t live with Lestat dying! I can’t see a future without him. This is more painful than I can bear.”
It was supremely enticing to me that she would not die if I drank every drop of her innocent blood, and in my secret lawless mind where fantasies are nurtured only to die an early death, I saw her as a captive wife in the dungeons of my ancestral château, kept there for me the way Derek had been kept by the unfortunate Roland, and I thought what conversations we might have, me and my immortal bride whose blood would never run dry.

