The Queen of the Damned (The Vampire Chronicles, #3)

by Anne Rice

You know, it was never merely the need for the blood anyway, though the blood is all things sensual that a creature could desire; it’s the intimacy of that moment—drinking, killing—the great heart-to-heart dance that takes place as the victim weakens and I feel myself expanding, swallowing the death which, for a split second, blazes as large as the life.

It was her considered opinion that Lestat could provoke anyone, finally, given enough time and opportunity; but she let it pass.