“I am The Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal. More or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.
I'm six feet tall, which was fairly impressive in the 1780s when I was a young mortal man. It's
not bad now. I have thick blond hair, not quite shoulder length, and rather curly, which appears
white under fluorescent light. My eyes are gray, but they absorb the colors blue or violet easily
from surfaces around them. And I have a fairly short narrow nose, and a mouth that is well
shaped but just a little too big for my face. It can look very mean, or extremely generous, my
mouth. It always looks sensual. But emotions and attitudes are always reflected in my entire
expression. I have a continuously animated face.”
“It came to that one night when we were in the inn again, and we were drunk as usual. In fact
we were at that moment of drunkenness that the two of us had come to call the Golden
Moment, when everything made sense. We always tried to stretch out that moment, and then
inevitably one of us would confess, "I can't follow anymore, I think the Golden Moment's
passed."
"I don't see it."
"Well, use your preternatural brain, my blue-eyed one," she answered, "my golden-haired son,
my handsome wolfkiller.”
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