I cried as you cried when you first saw them. I cried for their stillness and their isolation, and this horrible little place in which they stared forward at nothing or sat in darkness while Egypt died above.
‘I was a good marksman when I was a young man,’ I said, ‘a good actor on the stage. And now I am a good vampire. So much for our understanding of the word "good".’
I pointed my finger at Armand, at the old queen.
"I never promised my soul to the devil for this! And when I made this one it was to save her from the worms that eat the corpses around here. If loving mortals is the hell you speak of, I am already in it. I have meet my fate. Leave me to it and all scores are settled now."
And i realized quite clearly what he was -not demon or angel at all, but a sensibility forged in a dark time when the small orb of the sun travelled the dome of the heavens, and the stars were no more than tiny lanterns describing gods and goddesses upon a closed night.