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

by Anne Rice

And by the way, when these other characters think or say of me that I am beautiful or irresistible, etc., don’t think I put these words in their heads. I didn’t! It’s what was told to me after, or what I drew out of their minds with infallible telepathic power; I wouldn’t lie about that or anything else. I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend.

I hate this guy

my being the James Bond of vampires isn’t the whole issue.

She’d tried to read the Vampire Lestat’s book—the whole history of Dead guys back to ancient times and all—but there were just too many big words and konk, she was asleep.

She gets it

And what is an angel but a ghost in drag?

But he was an expert on Armand, wasn’t he, he had studied every detail of Armand’s youthful body and face.

I know wat you are...

Armand had a rich, beautiful laugh, always eloquent of gratitude as well as humor.

Sure

In Paris Armand pursued him nightly through the boulevards and the back streets,

When bae is possesive (heart eyes emoji)

“You are mine, beautiful boy,” Armand had said.

He lost all supernatural composure and became utterly human, laughing till the tears rose in his eyes.

Finally he turned to planes.

I think Armand might be autistic

Daniel lived only in two alternating states: misery and ecstasy, united by love.

You are the Queen of the Damned,

They said the thing

Claudia gone, while the others continued. Lestat, Louis, Armand.…

Jesse being the average IWTV fan Claudia defender

“It was the day you were born to us.”

I wish that I could hate him. I wish that I could hate them both. But they defeat me not with their strength but with their weakness. They are so loving!

Im gonna kms

we do not really change over time; we are as flowers unfolding, we merely become more nearly ourselves.”

Lelio, the boulevard actor turned into a creature of night against his will!

Such a voice. In a way, it was like Armand’s voice; a voice that could caress you when it spoke to you.

Was nobody ugly ever given immortality? Or did the dark magic simply make beauty out of whatever sacrifice was thrown into the blaze?

Dead

Don’t you understand that men will never do more than dream of peace? But women can realize that dream? My vision is amplified in the heart of every woman. But it cannot survive the heat of male violence! And that heat is so terrible that the earth itself may not survive.”

Why is this so seductive!

Shit ive been asking for three books now

and at Armand, the urchin with the angel’s face. Finally those you love are simply … those you love.

Only in complexity do we find answers. Through complexity men struggle towards fairness; it is slow and clumsy, but it’s the only way. Simplicity demands too great a sacrifice. It always has.”

I liked Daniel.

Get in line pal

He was in the hallway, looking through Claudia’s door.

Killing myself

Sixty years here, the unholy family. Sixty years Louis, Claudia, Lestat.

but real hauntings have nothing to do with ghosts finally; they have to do with the menace of memory;

He ran his fingers back through his hair. Such fine black hair. The first thing I’d ever noticed about him—well, after his green eyes, that is—was his black hair. No, all that’s a lie. It was his expression; the passion and the innocence and the delicacy of conscience. I just loved it!

“You’re a perfect devil, Lestat!” he was saying. “That’s what you are! You are the devil himself!” “Yes, I know,” I said, loving to look at him, to see the anger pumping him so full of life. “And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don’t think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I’m a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!”