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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY ANNE RICE
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Epigraph
  7. A Brief History of the Vampires
  8. Blood Argot
  9. Proem
  10. Part I
  11. 1
  12. 2
  13. 3
  14. 4
  15. 5
  16. 6
  17. 7
  18. 8
  19. 9
  20. 10
  21. 11
  22. 12
  23. 13
  24. 14
  25. 15
  26. 16
  27. 17
  28. 18
  29. Part II
  30. 19
  31. 20
  32. 21
  33. 22
  34. 23
  35. 24
  36. Part III
  37. 25
  38. 26
  39. 27
  40. 28
  41. 29
  42. 30
  43. 31
  44. 32
  45. 33
  46. Appendix 1
  47. Appendix 2
  48. What’s next onyour reading list?

What have I to do with all this, I thought with irritation, but I knew perfectly well what I had to do with it. This was my life now, by choice, to be involved in all things, to be the one whom Armand called to report a comatose non-human imprisoned at Trinity Gate.

“Do you need any assistance from me now?” I asked Armand. “This is all fascinating, of course, but there isn’t time for me to come to you.”

“I know that. I’m letting you know for obvious reasons. Why do you behave as if I’m deliberately harassing you? Are you the Prince, Lestat, or not?”

“Of course, yes, you did the right thing. I’m sorry.”

I saw Louis’s faint smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow in the City of Light,” said Armand. A beat. “And I am happy for you, that you’re with Louis.”

I sighed. I wanted to say we all love one another. We all have to love one another. If you and I and Louis don’t love one another after all we’ve been through, well, then all our powers mean nothing, and our dreams mean nothing, and so we have to love one another. And maybe I did say this silently and he heard it, but I doubted it.

“I know,” I said. “I’m eager to see you too.”

I gave the phone back to Thorne. Where was Amel? Was Amel in New York? Did Amel know what this thing was?

Thorne jarred me out of my thoughts.

“If you gentlemen are determined to proceed on foot,” he said, “it’s time to head on back downtown.”

7

Garekyn

HE’D BEEN LISTENING to them for about an hour. They’d tied him to a table, with some sort of steel cable. And they were anxious as to how to hold him through the daylight hours when they, obviously, had to sleep.

He was no longer astonished to be alive. It had been all too like his coming out of the ice in Siberia so long ago, the sense of waking from a long sleep. The Parents had promised that there was almost nothing in this world that could kill him, and he felt disloyal somehow to the Parents that he’d feared it was the end. The Parents…oh, if only he could remember.

The strongest blood drinker, the one who’d overtaken him and drained the blood out of him, was speaking. This was Armand.

“And if I put him in my crypt and he does manage to break out of it, then he will find me in one of the other crypts.”

“Well, then, what shall we do?”

Steel cables. Strong all right, but was this vampire correct in saying that Garekyn had the strength of ten men? That’s what Garekyn had heard him say in his phone call to the Prince. The strength of eight to ten men.