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Unformatted text preview: Sheet1 Page 1 Merrick By Anne Rice FOR Stan Rice And Christopher Rice And Nancy Rice Diamond THE TALAMASCA Investigators of the Paranormal We watch And we are almays here. LONDON AMSTERDAM ROME MERRICK Proem MY NAME is David Talbot. Do any of you remember me as the Superior General of the Talamasca, the Order of psychic detectives whose motto was "W It has a charm, doesn't it, that motto? The Talamasca has existed for over a thousand years. I don't know how the Order began. I don't really know all the secrets of the Order. I do know however that I served it most of m It was in the Talamasca Motherhouse in England that the Vampire Lestat first made himself known to me. He came into my st I learnt very quickly that it was one thing to read and write about the supernatural and quite another to see it with your own ey But that was a long time ago. I'm in another physical body now. And that physical body has been transformed by Lestat's powerful vampiric blood. I'm among the most dangerous of the vampires, and one of the most trusted. Even the wary vampire Armand revealed to me When that story ended, Lestat had wakened from a long sleep in New Orleans to listen to some very beautiful and seductive m It was music that lulled him back again into unbroken silence as he retreated once more to a convent building to lie upon a du There were many vampires then in the city of New Orleans-vagabonds, rogues, foolish young ones who had come to catch a All those invaders are gone now. Some were destroyed, others merely frightened. And the elders who had come to offer some solace to the sleeping Lestat ha As this story begins, only three of us remain in New Orleans. And we three are the sleeping Lestat, and his two faithful fledglin Sheet1 Page 2 WHY DO You ask me to do this thing? She sat across the marble table from me, her back to the open doors of the caf. I struck her as a wonder. But my requests had distracted her. She no longer stared at me, so much as she looked into my eye She was tall, and had kept her dark-brown hair loose and long all her life, save for a leather barrette such as she wore now, w And to do such a thing for such a being? she asked warmly, not angry with me, no, but so moved that she could not conceal i Who else can I ask, Merrick? I answered. "Who else can do such a thing?" I pronounced her name simply, in the American sty There was a rough sound from the kitchen door, the creak of neglected hinges. A wraith of a waiter in a soiled apron appeare Rum, she said. "St. James. Bring a bottle of it." He murmured something which even with my vampiric hearing I did not bother to catch. And away he shuffled, leaving us alon It was vintage New Orleans, the little establishment. Overhead fans churned lazily, and the floor had not been cleaned in a hu The twilight was softly fading, the air filled with the fragrances of the Quarter and the sweetness of spring. What a kind miracle Her gaze was steady but never anything but soft....
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