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Book Review:Prince Lestat,The Vampire Chronicles11Book Review: Prince Lestat, The Vampire Chronicles #11, by Anne RiceBook Review:Prince Lestat,The Vampire Chronicles11 by vampirekiki
Premise took from Goodreads: The vampire world is in crisis – their kind have been proliferating out of control and, thanks to technologies undreamed of in previous centuries, they can communicate as never before. Roused from their earth-bound slumber, ancient ones are in thrall to the Voice: which commands that they burn fledgling vampires in cities from Paris to Mumbai, Hong Kong to Kyoto and San Francisco. Immolation, huge massacres, have commenced all over the world.
Who – or what – is the Voice? What does it desire, and why?
There is only one vampire, only one blood drinker, truly known to the entire world of the Undead. Will the dazzling hero-wanderer, the dangerous rebel-outlaw Lestat heed the call to unite the Children of Darkness as they face this new twilight?
I love Anne Rice's The Vampire Chronicles and Lives of the Mayfair Witches, the first three books of The
A brush to heal her soulHer work is personalA brush to heal her soul by katsumoto82
Every painting is a wound which still bleeds
A piece of life
Her work is an answer
A path toward her nightmares
A purge of her devils
Rain of FateRain of Fate by SurvivingNights
Rain Of Fate
Covered-up war crimes redefine: white lies
A campaign speech ended with “Fire at will.”
Our votes become compromised
Prioritized pipelines run through Mother Nature's eyes
As a S.W.A.T teams closes in on the protesters for the kill
Our freedom is not recognized
Quarreling over greedy desires / selfishness is earned
Money sets lives on fire / Morals are governed
The lies told to me by my Teachers
The lies told to you by your Lawyers
The lies told to us by our Police Officers
The lies told to everyone by the Prime Minister
The sins of our fathers
The prayers of our mothers
The tears of our sisters
The blood of our brothers
A man-made cycle of life and death
Joining a religion; and abiding by justice
Living life as if it was a life sentence
Made-up answers to made-up questions is all we will ever get
The last tree burned
A campaign speech began with “My name is Unforgiven.”
RavenThe raven would not say my name -Raven by Scarlettletters
only flutter its wing
and settle on the branch.
I watched its cockle eye
study me and the rooftops
that sang of autumn.
Leaves swirled in the wires
as the air blisterd around me
and I could feel myself
falling once again -
somewhere the light
would still remember me.
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