The Christmas party was a typical Lestat-style celebration, but this year, the mortal guests seemed to outnumber our kind. All of them knew who and what we were and I found that to be both unsettling and exhilarating ( Read more... )

It was strange and unsettling to watch the two of them conversing in the sitting room over Christmas. One, a picture of immortal perfection and the other, human and imperfect in so many ways. I shut my mind down. Refusing to listen in. I told myself that nothing could pass between them that I haven’t heard a hundred times before.
When Daniel stood ( Read more... )