Life has never ended, only started. The light will never rise. What I would give to see the light of the sun rising over the horizon. I used to see the light every day, Louis my Louis, if te ever read this journal after I am gone, remember if I die I will see the light of the sun one più time before I leave.
Today, Lestat has shown me his worst, o in his mind best, hobby. His preferito way to kill. he will never mention this out loud, but he lours his victims out with his mind, buys them a late cena o a drink, then he brings them to some highly populated spot and hides in the shadows and...
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