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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?

Rhosh wanted to say so many things to him, tell Benedict how much he loved him, tell Benedict that he’d never seen such bravery, tell Benedict that he would never ever as long as they walked the Devil’s Road together forget Benedict’s courage…but none of these words were spoken, because words couldn’t do justice to the sentiments inside him and words took too much effort and words cheapened the love, the consummate love he felt for Benedict and always had.

He ran his fingers through Benedict’s hair.

Faust…

Somewhere in the world surely some opera company was presenting Faust. How could there be opera companies in the world and no one presenting Gounod’s Faust? And tomorrow night or the next or the night after, they’d find that opera company; they’d seek out its palatial home. Then they’d walk together like mortals, simple mortals, in evening attire, through long carpeted hallways, surrounded by the pulse of human hearts, and the heat of human breath, and into the velvet-and-gilt box they would go, and take their seats, and they would sit there in the sweet snug darkness, secure amid the mortal throng, and he would hear Marguerite’s voice rising in the finale, and everything would be perfectly fine once more.

After all, it is a lot of trouble to hate people, isn’t it? And a lot of trouble to be angry, and a lot of trouble to bother with such abstract notions as guilt or revenge.

The Prince seemed far away and unimportant. The Court meant nothing to him. Even Roland meant nothing. He could not have saved Roland. Roland was gone. That’s all. Roland was gone. But this fellow being, lying against him, this being who was his Benedict meant everything, and why this made him weep he did not know.

23

Derek

IT HAD TAKEN time, or rather a long night of listening to Kapetria and remembering, and some time near her and with her—but he was finally able to see these creatures as innately beautiful, not as the white leeches who had kept him prisoner and tortured him. And particularly these two.

Marius and Lestat. It was 2:00 a.m. in the morning and the entire Replimoid company had been sleeping, except for the newest of the newborn ones who’d been feasting quietly on cold meat and wine, famished as it seems newborn Replimoids are, when the knock had come at the door.

Derek had heard it, and sat straight up in bed. Then Dertu who had been sleeping beside him was awake, and they were listening to Kapetria’s voice. Everything was all right. They knew by the sound of her steady voice.