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mactevirtute:

Spent the afternoon reading and translating some french documents from the 1800s ✍

✍(handwriting, as Armand): But there came an end to my long centuries of Satan’s service. Clad in red velvet it came, the very covering my old Master had so loved, the dream king, Marius. It came swaggering and camping through the lighted streets of Paris as though God had made it.

moral-cipher:

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✍(handwriting): Tomorrow night, I thought, if that bastard has been lying, I shall split open his chest and tear out his beating heart, and feed it to that big beautiful dog. Whatever happens, I shall keep this dog.

monstersinthecosmos:

U R OUT OF CONTROL 😀

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^Lestat writing in his journal re: the body thief.

Lestat: I found your note, Louis. Why vampires in Atlantis? More importantly, Why not?

Louis: You’ve seen the Little Mermaid too many times.

Lestat: No such thing as “too many times” for that movie. It’s very relatable. 

Louis: Why, are you part fish?

Lestat: She and I are both so pretty and so misunderstood by our ungrateful families.

Louis: And you’re both magpies for enormous amounts of shiny junk.

Lestat: Guilty as charged.

Louis: I’m still not going to read it.

Lestat: We’ll see about that.

“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