Go ahead, throw this book away. Spit on me. Revile me. I dare you. Cast me out of your intellectual orbit. Throw me out of your back-pack. Pitch me in the airport trash bin. Leave me on a bench in Central Park! What do I care? No. I don’t want you to do all that. Don’t do that. DON’T DO IT!
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| — | Lestat, Blood Canticle |
