Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

I could not tell which i felt if i moved i would

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Unformatted text preview: She was a human woman. I could see that she more resembled my father than me. When I saw my like I would know it, just as I have always known certain things. This woman came towards me. The fragrance was inviting to me. I had no idea what to make of it; I seemed to feel hunger, thirst and passion all at the same time. "Brother, you are no St. Ashlar!" she said. "You are the Taltos! The curse of this valley since the dark times, the curse that rises without warning in our blood." "Silence, bitch," my father said. "I mean it! I will kill you and your followers with my own hands." "Aye, like the good Protestants of Rome," she said, mocking him, her voice very clear and ringing as she lifted her chin and pointed her hand. "What is it they say in Italy, Ashlar? Do you know? 'If our own father were a heretic, we would carry the faggots to burn him'? Do I quote it right?" "I think so, Sister," I said softly, "but for God's...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.

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