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know. And to watch her kill was chilling. She would sit alone in the dark square waiting for the kindly gentleman

concentration that made her ghostly as she sat there hour after hour discovering the music the melody, then the

would whisper her plea for help to her gentle, admiring patrons, and as they carried her out of the square, her

cafe where they gave her steaming cups of chocolate or tea to ruddy her pale cheeks, cups she pushed away,

cafe where they gave her steaming cups of chocolate or tea to ruddy her pale cheeks, cups she pushed away,

All this Claudia found wondrous, with the quiet awe of an unspoiled child, and marveled when Lestat hired a painter to make the walls of her room a magical forest of unicorns and golden birds and laden fruit trees over sparkling streams.

or woman to find her, her eyes more mindless than I had ever seen Lestat's. Like a child numbed with fright she

Years passed in this way. Years and years and years. Yet it wasn't until some time had passed that an obvious fact occurred to me about Claudia. I suppose from the expression on your face you've already guessed, and you wonder why I didn't guess. I can only tell you, time is not the same for me, nor was it for us then. Day did not link to day making a taut and jerking chain; rather, the moon rose over lapping waves.

Years passed in this way. Years and years and years. Yet it wasn't until some time had passed that an obvious fact occurred to me about Claudia. I suppose from the expression on your face you've already guessed, and you wonder why I didn't guess. I can only tell you, time is not the same for me, nor was it for us then. Day did not link to day making a taut and jerking chain; rather, the moon rose over lapping waves.

painted Chinese vases. I did not need the luxury anymore than I had needed it before, but I found myself

hours, or watch the gleam of the lamplight change the somber colors of a Dutch painting.

arms would fix about their necks, her tongue between her teeth, her vision glazed with consuming hunger. They

arms would fix about their necks, her tongue between her teeth, her vision glazed with consuming hunger. They

cafe where they gave her steaming cups of chocolate or tea to ruddy her pale cheeks, cups she pushed away,

And all this time I was educating Claudia, whispering in her tiny seashell ear that our eternal life was useless to us if we did not see the beauty around us, the creation of mortals everywhere; I was constantly sounding the depth of her still gaze as she took the books I gave her, whispered the poetry I taught her, and played with a light but confident touch her own strange, coherent songs on the piano. She could fall for hours into the pictures in a book and listen to me read until she sat so still the sight of her jarred me, made me put the book down, and just stare back at her across the lighted room; then she'd move, a doll coming to life, and say in the softest voice that I must read some more.

And then strange things began to happen, for though she said little and was the chubby, round-fingered child

painted Chinese vases. I did not need the luxury anymore than I had needed it before, but I found myself

concentration that made her ghostly as she sat there hour after hour discovering the music the melody, then the

All this Claudia found wondrous, with the quiet awe of an unspoiled child, and marveled when Lestat hired a painter to make the walls of her room a magical forest of unicorns and golden birds and laden fruit trees over sparkling streams.

Years passed in this way. Years and years and years. Yet it wasn't until some time had passed that an obvious fact occurred to me about Claudia. I suppose from the expression on your face you've already guessed, and you wonder why I didn't guess. I can only tell you, time is not the same for me, nor was it for us then. Day did not link to day making a taut and jerking chain; rather, the moon rose over lapping waves.

know. And to watch her kill was chilling. She would sit alone in the dark square waiting for the kindly gentleman

An endless train of dressmakers and shoemakers and tailors came to our flat to outfit Claudia in the best of children's fashions, so that she was always a vision, not just of child beauty, with her curling lashes and her glorious yellow hair, but of the taste of finely trimmed bonnets and tiny lace gloves, flaring velvet coats and capes, and sheer white puffed-sleeve gowns with gleaming blue sashes. Lestat played with her as if she were a magnificent doll, and I played with her as if she were a magnificent doll; and it was her pleading that forced me to give up my rusty black for dandy jackets and silk ties and soft gray coats and gloves and black capes. Lestat thought the best color at all times for vampires was black, possibly the only aesthetic principle he steadfastly maintained, but he wasn't opposed to anything which smacked of style and excess. He loved the great figure we cut, the three of us in our box at the new French Opera House or the Theatre d'Orleans, to which we went as often as possible, Lestat having a passion for Shakespeare which surprised me, though he often dozed through the operas and woke just in time to invite some lovely lady to midnight supper, where he would use all his skill to make her love him totally, then dispatch her violently to heaven or hell and come home with her diamond ring to give to Claudia.

All this Claudia found wondrous, with the quiet awe of an unspoiled child, and marveled when Lestat hired a painter to make the walls of her room a magical forest of unicorns and golden birds and laden fruit trees over sparkling streams.

know. And to watch her kill was chilling. She would sit alone in the dark square waiting for the kindly gentleman

bass, and finally bringing it together. Claudia was mystery. It was not possible to know what she knew or did not

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