“Master, the paintings, the paintings in the storage rooms!" I cried. "Forget the paintings. It's too late. Boys, run from here, get… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“What lurked beneath my fancy frills, behind my quiet unquestioning eyes? Who was I? Had I no remembrance of a warmer flame… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“His breathing was heavy and he was somber. He shivered still, and when his hand found me it was unsteady. "Ah," I… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“They said a child had died in the attic. Her clothes had been discovered in the wall. I wanted to go up… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“But let me be a lover in the Savage Garden with you, and the light that went out of life would come… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
