Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

Not stella i love stella too but carlottas the one

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Unformatted text preview: th the lofty stone roof. How can I be this thing, St. Ashlar! And the brittle shining glass gave no reply. It did what pictures always do- remain constant, remain dominant. Blackness. When I awoke that morning, in the ruins of the castle, guides from Darkirk had come to find me. They brought food and drink and blan- kets and a fresh horse. They had feared for me. My mount had gone all the way home without me. In the splendor of the morning, the valley looked innocent, lovely. I wanted to lie down and sleep, but alas, I could not until I was in the inn at Darkirk, and there I slept on and off for two days, suffering a bit of fever, but in general merely resting. When I returned to Edinburgh Mary Beth was in a panic. She had thought me gone forever. She had accused Lasher of doing me harm. He had wept. I told her to come and sit by the fire, and I told her everything. I told her the history and what it meant. I told her again the memories. "You must be stronger than this thing to the last of your days," I...
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