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Dedication of Lestat in "Queen of the Damned"

In my present isolation, sleep to find a sweet young thing
a room lit by the moonlight, one of those tender young (as they call them now)
who have read my book and listen to my songs, one of the charming idealist
I wrote letters of admiration on scented paper, during that brief period of glory
fatal, speaking of poetry and the power of illusion, saying they wanted me to be real
; dream slip away in his darkened room, where perhaps my book
am laid in the bedside table, with a beautiful velvet point between your pages
sleep pat his shoulder and smiled when our eyes meet. "Lestat, I have always believed in you
! I always knew you were coming! "
Volume her face in my hands and bend down to kiss her. "Yes, dear," I answer, "
not know how much I needed, how much I love you, how much I've always wanted!"

Maybe I find more attractive because of what happened to me: the unexpected horror
I contemplated the inevitable pain I suffered. It is a terrible truth that suffering makes us deeper
, which adds luster to our colors, provides a more
rich resonance to our words. That is, if not destroy us, if not annihilate
our optimism and our moods, our ability to imagine and our respect for the simple things but
indispensable.

So until then, do not stop thinking about you, I love you, wish you were here ...
in my arms. Lestat