"We are in a small room with the vampire, face to face, as he speaks – as he pours out the hypnotic, shocking, moving and erotically charged confessions of his first two hundred years as one of the living dead...
       He speaks quietly, plainly, even gently carrying us back to the night when he departed human existence as their young, romantic, cultivated to a great Louisiana plantation, and was inducted by the radiant and sinister Lestat into the other, the "endless" life … learning first to sustain himself on the blood of cocks and rats caught in raffish streets of New Orleans, then on the blood of human beings.
       To the years when, moving away from his final human ties under the tutelage of the hated yet necessary Lestat, he gradually embraces the habits, hungers feelings of vampirism the detachment, the hardened will the "superior" sensual pleasures.

       Vampires, the beautiful, lewd, and febrile mime theatre whose posters of penny-dreadful vampires at once mask and reveal the horror within… to their meeting with the eerily magnetic Armand, who brings them, at last, into intimacy with a whole brilliant and decadent society of vampires, and intimacy that becomes sudden terror when they are compelled to comfort what they have feared and fled...
       In an unceasing flow of spellbinding storytelling, of danger and light, loyalty and treachery, as vampires are created, destroyed, avenged and "remade" as vampire worlds are summoned up in all their EVIL and frightening enchantment the sensuous power, the profound feeling, the wit and verisimilitude of Anne Rice’s narrative announce and literary imagination of the first order!"