the vampire chronicles bot

• quotes from all 13 vampire chronicles books + the 2 new tales of the vampires books • some quotes have had to be shortened • if you want to know which book a quote is from, who’s speaking or being spoken to/about, the context, or anything else, feel free to reply or dm

“Oh, god help me, help me…” I said as I backed away. It seemed impossible that such a face should move, show expression, and gaze with such affection on me as it did. “God!” “What god is that, wolfkiller?” it asked.

He was dressed as I was dressed. The frock coat was red, not violet, the lace Valenciennes, not Bruxelles. But he wore very much the same costume, his shining hair tied back loosely in a dark ribbon just as mine was.

Long live the prince. Long live Lestat.

Oh, poor lover, oh, poor beautiful blond-haired prince…

A creature sat, and in the light I saw that it had the face and limbs of a man. But it was burnt black all over, horribly burnt, its skin shriveled to its bones. It opened its mouth to speak and I saw its fang teeth, and I gripped the torch, trying not to scream like a fool.

The Talamasca, for whom she’d worked for twelve long years, would never forgive her for disobeying their orders. But Maharet knew the reason; Maharet was the reason. Maharet would forgive.

“I took an immediate liking to him, Pandora,” I said. “That’s your gift,” she said. “You love everyone.”

Armand still sat by the fire, watching the red jewel of blood in the glass as Daniel lifted it to his lips lovingly.

Her heart would break if she let herself think of Marius, of the quarrels that had long ago divided them.

I went upstairs and heaved the battle-ax at the door. Of course it went through the brittle wood, shattering the painted panel. I pulled it back and smashed it into the door again. This time the lock was broken. I kicked the shattered frame with my foot and it fell back.

This letter proved invaluable to Jesse. For years she carried it with her, in her purse or pocket wherever she went. Not only had Maharet believed her, but Maharet had given her a way to understand and survive this troublesome power. Everything that Maharet said had made sense.

The stars — hard, glittering, embracing her as though she were one of their own. But the stars claimed nothing, really, and no one.

This is the only sun that you will ever see again. But a millennium of nights will be yours to see light as no mortal has ever seen it, to snatch from the distant stars as if you were Prometheus an endless illumination by which to understand all things.

Well, think about it, Lestat. I’m young, I’m stupid. And I’m pretty. Look at the cameo. I’m pretty. Give me a chance.

Gabrielle was doing more and more little things to make me happy: wearing her hair brushed free because she knew I loved it; coming up to my room before she vanished with the morning.

Everybody was sick of Count Dracula.

Maharet crying, that she remembered. Maharet weeping with the soft feminine sound of a young girl. Maharet had never appeared so alluring; her face had been softened, yet luminous, the lines so few and so delicate.

You’re a madman!

Oh, you deserve this, you treacherous ungrateful bastard!

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