Excerpt from Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis by Anne Rice Proem In my dreams, I saw a city fall into the sea. I heard the cries of thousands. It was a chorus as mighty as the wind and the waves, all those voices of the dying. I saw flames that outshone the lamps of heaven. And all the world was shaken. I woke, in the dark, unable to leave the coffin in the vault in which I slept for fear that the setting sun would burn the young ones. I held the root now of the great vampire vine on which I was once only another exotic blossom. And if I were cut, or bruised or burned, all the other vampires on the vine would know the pain. Would the root itself suffer? The root thinks and feels and speaks when he wants to speak. And the root has always suffered. Only gradually had I come to realize it — how profound was the suffering of the root. Without moving my lips, I asked him: “Amel, what was that city? Where did the dream come from?”
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