“The little song to Flaminia came back to me and I started singing it loudly as I turned and jumped and spun again, and then gazing at the ceiling I willed my body upwards as I bent my knees to spring. In an instant I touched the rafters and I was dropping down gracefully, soundlessly to the boards. Gasps rose from the audience…”
🌹 Vampire Chronicles Aesthetics: Lestat/Nicki “He reached out and put his arm around my neck and kissed me. We almost upset the table we were so blissfully drunk. “My lord, the wolfkiller, ” he whispered.”
Scene from “The Vampire Lestat” where he visited theatre once again but this time as a vampire. And met Nicolas de Lenfent.
*Sob* Everything about this character is rather depressively sad but yet so little words about his thoughts. I’ll never get through my grief about Nicolas. Why in the hell am I reading this book again? Why it ended up this bad for Nicolas? May be this time I’ll be able to find the real answer. (but I suspect life of Nicolas could be… less doomed if Lestat wasn’t both selfish and good-hearted)
When it’s good, there’s sort of nothing like it. When you’re in the moment, and the audience is with you, and you’re telling that story, and it’s alive, and it’s happening… and it feels like it’s never happened before, there’s nothing better. It’s just like flying.
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