Lie quiet and you will lapse back into peace again. Be like the god Heimdall before the battle call, so still that you can hear the wool grow on the backs of sheep, and the grass grow far away in the lands where the snow melts.

“Drink from me and live forever. Lestat de Lioncourt”

“Save your kisses for the world, little one. - Magnus to Lestat before going int…”

“It was because historians made it sound so coherent, so purposeful, so complete…”

“It seems an insult to the night to speak of purpose and intent, when this commo…”