Greetings and Salutations. Anne Rice has a talent for capturing the beauty of the night showing us how to relate to the creatures that scare us in the darkest alleys. Her stories enshroud us in the velvet cloak of darkness, gently carressing our skin.
Lestat is an angel of the night; brought forth to witness all, and triumph. He is like all of us who wish for immortality. I wish to revel in the audacity of her tales; and perchance if Lestat does exist, to pay a bit of homage.
So we consider our own mortality and ponder over whether there is heaven or hell; rebirth or nirvana, and we laugh in the face of God and nature.
"Let the devil speak his story, Let him rouse the angel's might Make the dead come back to witness Put the alchemist to flight!" ~Taltos
"Look down at me, and you
will see a fool. Look up at me, and you will see your lord. Look straight at me, and you
will see yourself." - Charles Manson