The Witching Hour (Lives of the Mayfair Witches, #1)

by Anne Rice

“What are we going to do, Michael?” she said. He stared down at the glass in his hand. Then he looked at her, and at once the tenderness and the protectiveness in his eyes went to her heart. “Love each other, Rowan. Love each other.

“All you have to do is love me and listen to me, and let me think out loud.”

Emotional outbursts for her were never cathartic. They always left her shaky and unhappy.

she was her baby’s entire world.

‘Matter created man and man created the gods.’

But he needed this quiet, contemplative relationship with the blank page in which to voice his soul completely.

And by free will, we can choose to do good on this earth, no matter that we all die, and do not know where we go when we die, or if a justice or explanation awaits us.