By Anne Rice
Anne Rice keeps her superb Vampire Chronicles in a brand new novel that starts the place Blackwood Farm left off—and tells the tale of Lestat's quest for redemption, goodness, and the affection of Rowan Mayfair.
Welcome again to Blackwood Farm. listed below are all the brilliantly conceived characters that make up the 2 worlds of vampires and witches: Mona Mayfair, who's come to the farm to die and is introduced into the world of the undead; her uncle, Julian Mayfair, parent of the relations, made up our minds to eternally torment Lestat for what he has performed to Mona; Rowan Mayfair, great neurosurgeon and witch, who unearths herself dangerously attracted to the omnipotent Lestat; her husband, Michael Curry, hero of the Mayfair Chronicles, who seeks Lestat's aid with the transitority insanity of his spouse; Ash Templeton, a 5,000-year-old Taltos who has taken Mona's baby; and Patsy, the country-western singer, who returns to avenge her dying by the hands of her son, Quinn Blackwood. Delightfully, on the book's middle is the Vampire Lestat, as soon as the epitome of evil, now pursuing the transformation set in movement with Memnoch the Devil. He struggles along with his vampirism and yearns for goodness, purity and love, as he saves Patsy's ghost from the darkish realm of the Earthbound, uncovers the secret of the Taltos and unselfishly makes a decision the destiny of his liked Rowan Mayfair.
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I won’t wait around for Kyol to save me. Kyol’s alive. I close my eyes, silently say a quick prayer of thanks. Our relationship—if you can call it that—has been awkward these past few months. It’s my fault. I’m trying to be a normal human. I’ve concentrated on my studies. I’ve looked for a real job. I’ve even let Paige set me up on a number of blind dates. The guys have all been nice, and I’ve tried to like them—really, I have—but, so far, I haven’t been interested in a second date. Frustrated, I shove open the window.
I stop suddenly and turn to Aren. “Germany? ” The corner of his mouth quirks up. ” He places his palm on the small of my back and urges me forward. Maybe I should count myself lucky he isn’t upset I’ve learned what country we’re in, but honestly, it’s not like we’re in Luxembourg, which is about the size of the average mall in Texas. If I’m ever in trouble, I’m supposed to call Paige, my best friend—okay, my only friend—and tell her where I am. She doesn’t know the fae exist, but she’s met Kyol.
We cleaned out your bag. ” This time, I do glance at Aren. He smiles, and Lena laughs behind him. I clench my teeth, close the distance to my backpack, and lift its flap. Two big, bright blue eyes stare back at me. A kimki. It’s sort of a cross between a ferret and a cat with a long, supile body and mouselike ears. When the moon’s light touches its curled front paws, it crinkles its nose and a ruffle runs through its silver-tipped fur. Aren lowers his hand to the bag, palm up. The kimki stares at me a few seconds more before it scurries up Aren’s arm and perches across his shoulders.
