Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

It was too small too dusty too old and too powerful

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Unformatted text preview: re won't be a storm! For the first time, there won't be a storm." Twenty-seven A IRON wasn't buying it either. They stood together, the three men, out on the lawn. Yuri wondered if later this would rank as one of the worst days of his life. Searching for Aaron, finding him at last in the evening, at this big pink house on this avenue, with the noisy streetcars passing, and with all those people weeping inside. And Sto- lov with him, every moment, an overbearing and confusing presence, uttering formal and soft words constantly as they had gone from the hotel to the Mayfair house on First Street and finally uptown to "Ame- lia," as this sprawling mansion was apparently called. Inside dozens of people wept, the way gypsies weep and wail at a funeral. There was much drinking. Clusters of persons stood outside smoking and talking. It was convivial yet tense. Everyone was waiting for something. But no bodies were coming here. One was in the vault already, Yuri had learnt, and the others were in the freezer of th...
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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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