How verdant and vigorous and remote.Īfter a week of convalescence in the New Orleans Motherhouse, I dressed in my usual tweed suit and came downstairs for breakfast, with the other members assembled there. How beautiful Louisiana can be in winter. Giant green elephant ear and purple flowering orchid plants were growing everywhere. I saw blossoms of pink and red and white which I never forgot. Later, Merrick and I walked in the garden, which was filled with lush beautiful dark-leafed camillias, which thrive in the winter, even through light frost. By then, I saw only Lestat and I knew my soul was entering on yet another adventure, one which would carry me forward beyond my most appalling dreams. I remember nothing until the moment when Lestat's supernatural blood flooded my mouth. And as he drained my blood to the very point of death, it was the bronze-skinned spirit of the cave whom I glimpsed as my eyes closed. I don't know if my prayers were heard by my orisha, but the room was suddenly assailed by small spirits, none of whom could frighten or hinder Lestat in any way. I've put the mask into the vault, in a sealed box, under my name, Merrick told me.I suggest we leave it there. It seemed to me, as I was losing the battle to live, let alone the battle to be mortal, that I saw the cave spirit standing near me with his arms out, and I saw pain in his face.
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