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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?

“She’d given me the number when we were together in the blood,” he said. “I hadn’t realized what it was. I had to think about it. You know how hard it is for me to think of any one thing without so many other things. She’d talked of ghosts using phones and radios and radio waves. And the phone was right by your head. More and more often you were sleeping like that on the bench and the phone was right by your head. But it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t know anything. She’s working on ‘what she has to work on.’ She’s like a parent determined to rescue a child against the child’s will.”

He didn’t speak for the rest of the night.

But I was shaken.

I told the ancient ones what he’d done, managing to connect through the phone while I slept. We’d all suspected long ago that he wasn’t paralyzed as we were by the sun, but it was, like so much else, just a mystery that Fareed could not explain with all the abstract medical terms in the world. I told him of all the times that Amel had tried to force me to move against my will, of the times he’d made my hand jump or cramp.

I left the phone and the charger upstairs in my bedchamber after that. If they needed me during those hours when I was down there waiting for sleep, they’d have to knock at the door of the vault.

Amel didn’t seem to care. And he wasn’t trying to make my limbs move anymore anyway. At least not most of the time.

26

Lestat

I TOLD LOUIS EVERYTHING. Ten nights had passed during which I sought to protect him from the extent of my fear. Of course he knew absolutely everything that had been going on; he was always with me, and we’d managed to get away to hunt in Paris twice.

But this was different. I poured it all out. I confided all my fears that there was nothing I could do to stop the inevitable, and I talked about severing the tentacles and how Fareed and Seth were working on that now, marshaling every bit of research they had on us to try to figure a way.

“And what are the chances of Fareed figuring out this mystery, as to how we’re all connected?” I asked. “As Fareed himself put it, how can he disconnect something that he cannot see?”

We were in the Château because no one wanted me to leave it, unless I positively had to, which I didn’t, except to go to Armand’s house for a brief visit, or hunt when I felt I had to, and all that I’d already done.