♫Put that thing back where it came from or so help me… so help me, so help me♫ – and CUT. We’re still working on it… it’s a work in progress but, hey, we need ushers!
He [Lestat] stared at me as if I frightened him, and he a man of six feet and I a child no more than half that, at best. “Am I beautiful to you?” I demanded. […] He was in a dreadful state. I thought he’d pull away, laugh, flash his usual brimming colors. But instead he dropped to his knees before me and took hold of both my arms. He kissed me roughly on the mouth. “I love you,” he whispered.
“This is my birthday present from Louis. Use as I like, he tells me…
I do not understand entirely what is meant by birthday. Was I born into this world on the 21st of September or was it on that day that I departed all things human to become this?
My gentlemen parents are forever reluctant to illuminate such simple matters. One would think it bad taste to dwell on such subjects. Louis looks puzzled, then miserable, before he returns to the evening paper. And Lestat, he smiles and plays a little Mozart for me, then answers with a shrug: ‘It was the day you were born to us.’ ”
– Claudia de Lioncourt, Queen of the Damned
Is this her birthday? Or the night she was turned? They don’t answer her. I think it was the night she was turned, “you were born to US”
According to this, September 21 is Michele Rice’s birthday, 1966. Michele died of
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