Chapters (58)
- COVER PAGE
- TITLE PAGE
- DEDICATION
- EPIGRAPH
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- ALSO BY ANNE RICE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
“ ‘I had a child,’ she said, ‘and it wasn’t what anyone would call a normal child. It was . . . it was different. Very precocious, yes, and perhaps what is best called a mutation. I loved it with my whole soul, it was a beautiful child. But . . . it was taken away.’ She paused, then went on. ‘It was taken far away, and I just can’t come back from that. I can’t stop thinking about that.’
“ ‘You mean they made you give up your baby! A family that size with all that money.’ I was appalled.
“ ‘No.’ She shook her head. ‘It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t the family. Let’s just say that the child was taken away, and I don’t know what happened to it. It wasn’t the family’s doing.’
“ ‘The father’s doing?’ I asked.
“ ‘No. I told you this was something terrible. I can’t tell you all of it. I can only say that at any time I might hear about that child.’ She chose her words carefully. ‘That child might be returned to me. Some news might come, good news or bad news. But for now there’s nothing but silence.’
“ ‘Do you know where the child is?’ I asked. ‘Mona, I’ll go get the child! I’ll bring it back.’
“ ‘Quinn, you’re so strong, so confident,’ she said. ‘It’s really totally marvelous just being with you. But no, I don’t know where the child is. I think the child is in England. But I don’t know. And when we were in Europe I was sort of looking for it. There’s no word from the man that took it.’
“ ‘Mona, this is ghastly.’
“ ‘No,’ she said, shaking her head, the teardrops hanging in her lashes, ‘it’s not the way it sounds. The man was a loving man, and the child—the child was exceptional.’ Her voice broke. ‘I didn’t want to give it up, but I had to. It had to go with this loving man, this gentle man that could care for it.’
“I was too perplexed to ask a sensible question.
“ ‘If you have an inkling where this man is, then I’ll go to him.’
“She shook her head. ‘We used to know how to reach him. Rowan and Michael—those are my cousins and foster parents now, they knew the man very well. But now we don’t.’
“ ‘Mona, let me protect you in this, let me go after this man and let me go after the baby.’