Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

Lasher was ever at me to father a new daughter but we

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Unformatted text preview: odged from the present by the memories again. What had the memories taught me? He turned several pages. "Ah, see here, a crude family tree of the Donnelaith clan. King Ashlar, then look here, the great-grandson, Ash- lar the Venerable, and here another descendant, Ashlar the Blessed, married to the Norman queen Mora. My, but there are any number of Ashlars." "I see." "And here an Ashlar, and an Ashlar, but you can trace the progress of the name, that is, if you believe all these chieftains existed! You know these clans reveled so in all this, and their mossback descendants write up these fanciful accounts. I don't know." "It's quite enough to satisfy my lust for the moment," I said. "Ah, lust, yes, that's the word, isn't it?" He shut the book. "There must be more. I'll find it for you. But to tell you the truth, it's going to be pretty much like this, in these old privately published texts, and the best you can say of it is it's folklore." "But the fifteen hundreds, the time...
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