"[...] And then bent over my helpless head, and removing my right arm up, he bit his own wrist. The blood spilled over my shirt and my coat and he looked with shining eyes narrowed. It seemed as he looked for an eternity, and the glow of light now hung behind his head as the backdrop of an apparition. I thought I knew what to do before he did . And I hoped, in my helpless state, as if he had been waiting years ago. He put his bloodied wrist against his lips and said firmly, with some impatience:
- Louis, baby. "
Anne Rice
- Louis, baby. "
Anne Rice
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