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Their seductive voices, calling out in the night, have been much enjoyed.
Saturday, November 1, 2003 @ 10:52 a.m.

The last of my dreams last night was a disturbing nightmare, wrenching me awake to a horrible realization, having woke to a new and terrible(?)reality.

Last night on 20/20 Anne Rice announced that she was moving away from the vampire chronicles entirely and moving in a new direction. Yes, according to Anne, Blood Canticle is in fact her last vampire chronicle novel. I can't express to you the genuine ache of sadness I feel within. The pages of Rice's novels have given me silent, heart pounding refuge for 15 years now and knowing that this, her assured masterwork, is her last in a epic saga spanning more than a score of novels truly leaves me without a path to enthusiastically skip down.

In my nightmare, my Mom was reading, reclined on her favorite couch, a noble little wingback covered in a gold and olive tone formal english floral pattern. I'm not sure what she was reading, but I had been in the den watching Anne's 20/20 interview where I received the shocking blow of her revelation that this would be he last of her vampire books. I walked into the living room knelt down by my Mom explaining what I had just learned. Weeping, my heart ache, my despair, begging to go buy what would surely be the last in a string of incandescent masterpieces.

I awoke to my chest heaving with whimpered, wanting sobs.

Sorry, I just got up in mid-stride of completing this entry, and assembled a pile of books to go sale to generate some funds to buy the new Ricean Novel. I was in panic mode and just had to do it. The good thing is that the piles of books around have now found their spots back on the floor to ceiling bookcases or a place in the box for the bookseller.

I feel silly for having such an emotional response to Rice's revelation, but I can't help feeling weepy eyed and genuinely sad. I guess I understand that she is ready to move onto . . . other universes. To bestow upon the world a new luxuriously seductive, opulent, cast. And a part of me wants that too. I'm selfish. I want both. I want a new universe to explore, and at least a occasional return to the arms of my tortured Louie, and my selfish brat prince, Lestat.

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