"Be gone from me,oh mortals who are pure of heart.Be gone from my thoughts, oh souls that dream great dreams. Be gone from me, all hymns of glory. I am the magnet of the damned. At least for a little while. And now my heart cries out, my heart will not be still, my heart will not give up, my heart will not give in...the blood that teaches life will not teach lies, and love becomes again my reprimand, my goad, my song."
Lestat - Blood Canticle
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