"I looked above on pure and sparkling stars. How lonely this, these guardian glassy spires with all their fast and golden squares of light cut in ranks run straight across and sharply down to score the airy blackness of the winter night, and here now comes the tyrant wind, whistling through crystalline canyons down across this small neglected bed where one forgotten demon lies, gazing with larcenous visions of a great soul at the city's emboldened lights on clouds above. Oh, little stars, how much I've hated you, and envied you that in the ghastly void you can with such determination plot your dogged course."

Trecho de "The Vampire Armand", da Anne Rice. Depois de alguns anos sem ler, estou "tirando o atraso" com as crônicas vampirescas. Faltam Merrick, Blood and Gold e Blackwood Farm. O Armand não é um personagem tão ruim quanto parecia ser, particularmente por causa da fé mutante mas inabalável que ele sustém. Bom livro (mas não leia sem ler antes os outros cinco da série).