Dēlicta māiōrum inmeritus luēs, Romane, dōnec templa refēceris aedisque lābentis deōrum et foeda nigrō simulācra fūmo. Horace, Odes (bk. III.VI) Romans, though you’re guiltless, you’ll still expiate your fathers’ sins, till you’ve restored the temples, and the tumbling shrines of all the gods, and their images, soiled with black smoke.
I feel for those vampires out there who were thrust into the dark trick without any sort of “warm up” to that much power. And especially those who have no initial bond with the vampire who made them, no love, no lust, just confusion and inevitably hatred…then onto the mortal death and the transformation. Your… Continue reading Submitted: Mentor in Making
You say you blame yourself for the way Armand turned out. How can you place that on yourself for something Santiago and his satan vampires did to him? I’ve thought thousands of times what I could have done to save Armand. Should I have walked into his stinking crypt and demand he come with me? … Continue reading Submitted: Armand’s fate
Lestat said a thing nights ago that has continued to plague my thoughts. He said, though not in anger, “you’ve lost your soul.” It was not to say I am soulless, rather only much changed. I’m not certain he is right, but I wonder. I dreamt of Armand when last I slept. Oh, it has… Continue reading Something said