It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn't see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.


Interview with the Vampire (ed. Ballantine Books, 2010) - ISBN: 9780307575852


It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I...

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I...

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I...

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I...