Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

Anne Rice v1 Lasher

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Unformatted text preview: e, I thought. I did not intend to be destroyed so easily. No. We must learn more each time, I thought. I will not be destroyed. 47 Finally to the secret door came my father, Douglas of Donnelaith, a big shaggy man, more crudely dressed but nevertheless noble and decked in fur. He had been in the castle and in great haste answered the Queen's secret summons. When he was admitted to the birthing room, and beheld me, his face was a puzzle. I did not see in him the pure horror of the women. I saw something else, something vital and partial to me, something almost reverent. And he whispered, "Ashlar, who comes again and again." I saw that his hair and eyes were brown; from him as from the poor sad Queen I had these endowments. But I was Ashlar! I felt this news- and it was news-come into me as if my father had thrown his arms around me and showered me with kisses. I was happy. And when I looked at my mother, in her sadness, I wept. I said, "Yes, Father, but this is no place for me. This is a place...
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