Sometimes I think as would have been my life if I had not become what they are.
I just can not do it.
I could not conceive of any way in my life without being a vampire.
was just the beginning of my life. The right end of my life.
I was the Slayer of Wolves.
I was Lelio.
And I was only 20 years.
I could not be more that the greatest vampire of all time.
But the echo remains.
The echo of a perfect world you think. Or maybe you could consider much more than lowest it really is.
Human beings, as well as their world, they are beautiful.
What remains to be seen is whether we too are creatures of the wild garden, or just shadows that live in the echo of it.
Sometimes I think that really Marius is right to say that there can be no contact between us. How fleeting shadows behind a mirror you see, we would like to touch you, but the cold wall prevents our every effort.
Some people try to imitate you, and those who ignore those who try with all his strength to break the glass.
I do not know where the truth lies.
I am one who is looking for.
Lestat.
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