“Sometime during the night he died… His pencil was lying on the coverlet, and there was a piece of paper – the flyleaf of his precious book – crumpled under his right hand.

Gently, she closed his eyes, and kissed his forehead. He’d written something on the piece of paper. She lifted his cold, stiff fingers and removed the paper and read the few words he’d scrawled in his uneven spidery hand:

IN THE JUNGLES – WALKING.

What could it mean?”

– the Queen of the Damned, Anne Rice