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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?

In a small voice, Flannery quoted the old Dylan Thomas poem, “ ‘Do not go gentle into that good night,…Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’ ”

Lestat smiled sadly.

The doors opened and in came Thorne and Cyril.

“You know that gang of weird ones is gone, don’t you?” said Cyril with his usual brashness, addressing the Prince as if no one else in the world existed. “They just pulled out in two cars. They breed like rodents! There must have been twenty of them! You want us to go after them? I thought they weren’t supposed to leave until daylight. There’ll probably be thirty of them before they get to the outer gates.”

“No,” said Lestat. “Let them go.”

Fareed looked at Seth. Seth was staring at the Prince, but behind Seth’s dark eyes the wheels were turning.

“Sleep well, beloveds,” said Lestat. “I’m calling it a night…or a day.”

The Prince and the bodyguards left the room.

Fareed stared at the large vial of blood. He’d have to refrigerate it for now and take it to Paris when the sun set. A great surge of anger rose in him, anger that surprised him and confused him, because he was seldom angry with anyone in the Dark World to which he now so totally belonged. But he knew that Lestat, and all the tribe, were in great danger, and he was terrified that he would not hit upon any way to help in time.

Part III

THE

SILVER

CORD

25

Lestat

SEVEN NIGHTS HAD passed. How the discussion raged. Of course Benji issued only the blandest of official announcements on the radio broadcast. Peace had been made with Garekyn Zweck Brovotkin and the other Replimoids and no blood drinker anywhere in the world was to harm these creatures. The Replimoids had sworn never to bring harm to the vampires, or betray their secrets. Life was to go on as before. But the world of the Undead knew what was happening. The endless telepathic emanations had circled the globe.

All the blood drinkers gathered beneath the roof of the Château knew precisely what was happening, and groups came forth demanding that we defend ourselves against this new enemy that might try to seize the Core from within the Prince and thereby annihilate the tribe. Cyril and Thorne asked why we didn’t fight.

Armand and Marius had a dreadful quarrel in which Armand demanded that the Replimoids be hunted down and annihilated, and Marius accused Armand of having the savage and ignorant soul of a child.