Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

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Unformatted text preview: ad dropped so naively from Pierce's lips. "The family's going to control Mona?" Michael had murmured. But they were in the hall, right outside Rowan's door, and he hadn't wanted to talk about all this. He had his eye on Rowan. He could see the rise and fall of her breath. A person on a respirator could not have been so regular. "This is what's important," said Pierce. "Mona is the right person. Everyone knows this for various different reasons. She'll have a few crazy schemes, it's bound to happen, but Mona is basically very smart and mentally sound." Interesting, those words, mentally sound. Were there many people in the family who were flat-out crazy? Probably. "What Dad wants you to know," Pierce had continued, "is that this is your house till the day you die. It's Rowan's house. If there should be some kind of miracle, I mean if . . ." "I know . . ." "Then everything reverts to Rowan, with Mona designated as the heir. Even if Rowan could speak now, this would have to be decided, who would be the heir. All those years when Deirdr...
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