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I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him even more radiant than he was.

You are a child and a fool, you always were.

His eyes were shot with blood and blazing. A spectacle to see his angelic face so contorted with rage and grief.

[LESTAT] Who are you? [ARMAND] I am Armand. I am your coven leader.

And using my strongest power I sent the word to him. I sent the news. And I sent my love to Armand with it.

How else could you explain his hand feeding the audience? How words came out like canaries, summer fruit in the dead of winter. They were all in love with him. He had that effect on everyone.

With us in spirit, always. Our co-founder, and the finest actor to ever walk our stage: Lestat de Lioncourt.

Does anyone else know the size of your soul?

“Love me and the blood is yours,” he said. “This blood that I have never given to another.” I felt his lips against my face.

Sired by one of my deserters, Magnus, this was something new, something I hadn’t felt before.

He was feeding upon me! He was draining me.

Come to me; all things will be forgiven if only you come to me. I am more alone than I have ever been.

Armand, the urchin with the angel’s face.