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I am lord and master of my own island, I am the Devil’s minion and he grants my every wish.

And yet how strangely set apart from the material things touching him, the rumpled white coat and pants Armand wore. Behind him the big gray hulk of a Rolls waited, like an ancillary vision, droplets teeming on its silver roof.

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Armand stood there. He was peering silently from the unearthly stillness he seemed to carry with him, his face flushed beneath the faintest touch of unnatural pallor.

(DANIEL) Yeah, I did interview an actual vampire. Oh here’s the camera. I interviewed an actual vam– Actually, two vampires, a species that’s lived among us for centuries, and it’s supported by a mountain of historical documentation.

But there was a hand on his shoulder. Daniel. He looked up. Armand stood at the curb.

Out of mortal flesh I would pass into eternity. I would be one of you.

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Death was the understanding of the immediate present: that there is finally nothing else.

Daniel had broken away from Armand finally. Why not?

(ARMAND) One night, 70 years ago. You were over this, Louis. The pain of it has left you. Don’t let a-an insignificant detail, delivered by an insignificant mortal–

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Surely Armand had gone! If there was any truth at all in what Lestat had written, Armand would go for a reckoning, to witness, to search perhaps for those he’d lost over the centuries now drawn to Lestat by the same call.

“You’re dying,” Armand said softly. “‘And though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,’ et cetera,” Daniel whispered.

ARMAND stares at DANIEL, seething.

And the hair trimmed just as if it weren’t going to grow out within twenty-four hours to its regular shoulder length.

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And Armand wore black wool now, neat and fine, like the corpse again dressed for the funeral even to the shining black shoes. Grim all this. Someone will now read the Twenty-third Psalm. Bring back the white clothes.