Blood Canticle
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
The next instalment of the Vampire Chronicles. In the midst of vampires, witches and sorcerers, Lestat battles for good and the love of Rowan Mayfair.
Leider schon ausverkauft
versandkostenfrei
Buch (Kartoniert)
9.50 €
4 DeutschlandCard Punkte
sammeln
- Lastschrift, Kreditkarte, Paypal, Rechnung
- Kostenlose Rücksendung
Produktdetails
Produktinformationen zu „Blood Canticle “
The next instalment of the Vampire Chronicles. In the midst of vampires, witches and sorcerers, Lestat battles for good and the love of Rowan Mayfair.
Klappentext zu „Blood Canticle “
Fiery, fierce, and erotic, Blood Canticle marks the triumphant culmination of Anne Rice's bestselling Vampire Chronicles, as Lestat tells his astounding tale of the pleasures and tortures that lie between death's shadow and immortality. . . .Surrounded by its brooding swampscape, Blackwood Farm is alive with the comings and goings of the bewitched and the bewitching. Among them is the ageless vampire Lestat, vainglorious enough to believe that he can become a saint, weak enough to fall impossibly in love.
Gripped by his unspeakable desire for the mortal Rowan Mayfair and taking the not so innocent, new-to-the-blood Mona Mayfair under his wing, Lestat braves the wrath of paterfamilias Julien Mayfair and ventures to a private island off the coast of Haiti. There, Saint Lestat will get his chance to slay his dragon. For Mona and the Mayfairs share an explosive, secret blood bond to another deathless species: a five-thousand-year-old race of Taltos, strangers held in the throes of evil itself.
Lese-Probe zu „Blood Canticle “
1I want to be a saint. I want to save souls by the millions. I want to do good far and wide. I want to fight evil! I want my life-sized statue in every church. I m talking six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes --.
Wait a second.
Do you know who I am?
I m thinking maybe you re a new reader and you ve never heard of me.
Well, if that s the case, allow me to introduce myself, which I absolutely crave doing at the beginning of every one of my books.
I m the Vampire Lestat, the most potent and lovable vampire ever created, a supernatural knockout, two hundred years old but fixed forever in the form of a twenty-year-old male with features and figure you d die for -- and just might. I m endlessly resourceful, and undeniably charming. Death, disease, time, gravity, they mean nothing to me.
Only two things are my enemy: daylight, because it renders me completely lifeless and vulnerable to the burning rays of the sun, and conscience. In other words, I m a condemned inhabitant of eternal night and an eternally tormented blood seeker.
Doesn t that make me sound irresistible?
And before I continue with my fantasy let me assure you:
I know damned well how to be a full-fledged, post-Renaissance, post nineteenth century, post-modern, post-popular writer. I don t deconstruct nothin . That is, you re going to get a full-dress story here -- with a beginning, middle and end. I m talking plot, characters, suspense, the works.
I m going to take care of you. So rest easy and read on. You won t be sorry. You think I don t want new readers? My name is thirst, baby. I must have you!
However, since we are taking this little break from my preoccupation with being a saint, let me say a few words to my dedicated following. You new guys follow along. It certainly won t be difficult. Why would I do something that you find difficult? That would be self-defeating, right?
Now, to those of you who worship me. You know, the millions.
You say you want to hear
... mehr
from me. You leave yellow roses at my gate in New Orleans, with handwritten notes: Lestat, speak to us again. Give us a new book. Lestat, we love the Vampire Chronicles. Lestat, why have we not heard from you? Lestat, please come back.
But I ask you, my beloved followers (don t all stumble over yourselves now to answer), what the Hell happened when I gave you Memnoch the Devil? Hmmm? That was the last of the Vampire Chronicles written by me in my own words.
Oh, you bought the book, I m not complaining about that, my beloved readers. Point of fact, Memnoch has outsold the other Vam-pire Chronicles completely; how s that for a vulgar detail? But did you embrace it? Did you understand it? Did you read it twice? Did you believe it?
I d been to the Court of Almighty God and to the howling depths of Perdition, boys and girls, and I trusted you with my confessions, down to the last quiver of confusion and misery, prevailing on you to understand for me why I d fled this terrifying opportunity to really become a saint, and what did you do? You complained!
Where was Lestat, the Vampire? That s what you wanted to know. Where was Lestat in his snappy black frock coat, flashing his tiny fang teeth as he smiles, striding in English boots through the glossy underworld of everybody s sinister and stylish city packed with writhing human victims, the majority of whom deserve the vampiric kiss? That s what you talked about!
Where was Lestat the insatiable blood thief and soul smasher, Lestat the vengeful, Lestat the sly, Lestat the . . . well, actually . . . Lestat, the Magnificent.
Yeah, I like that: Lestat, the Magnificent. That sounds like a good name to me for this book. And I am, when you get rig
But I ask you, my beloved followers (don t all stumble over yourselves now to answer), what the Hell happened when I gave you Memnoch the Devil? Hmmm? That was the last of the Vampire Chronicles written by me in my own words.
Oh, you bought the book, I m not complaining about that, my beloved readers. Point of fact, Memnoch has outsold the other Vam-pire Chronicles completely; how s that for a vulgar detail? But did you embrace it? Did you understand it? Did you read it twice? Did you believe it?
I d been to the Court of Almighty God and to the howling depths of Perdition, boys and girls, and I trusted you with my confessions, down to the last quiver of confusion and misery, prevailing on you to understand for me why I d fled this terrifying opportunity to really become a saint, and what did you do? You complained!
Where was Lestat, the Vampire? That s what you wanted to know. Where was Lestat in his snappy black frock coat, flashing his tiny fang teeth as he smiles, striding in English boots through the glossy underworld of everybody s sinister and stylish city packed with writhing human victims, the majority of whom deserve the vampiric kiss? That s what you talked about!
Where was Lestat the insatiable blood thief and soul smasher, Lestat the vengeful, Lestat the sly, Lestat the . . . well, actually . . . Lestat, the Magnificent.
Yeah, I like that: Lestat, the Magnificent. That sounds like a good name to me for this book. And I am, when you get rig
... weniger
Autoren-Porträt von Anne Rice
Anne Rice is the author of thirty-seven books, including the Vampire Chronicles, the Lives of the Mayfair Witches, and the Wolf Gift book series. Rice was born in New Orleans in 1941 and grew up there and in Texas. She lived in San Francisco with her husband, the poet and painter, Stan Rice until 1988, when they returned to New Orleans to live with their son, Christopher. In 2006, Rice moved to Rancho Mirage, California. She died in 2021.Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Anne Rice
- 2004, 416 Seiten, Maße: 10,5 x 17,6 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Ballantine
- ISBN-10: 0345443691
- ISBN-13: 9780345443694
- Erscheinungsdatum: 31.08.2004
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Seductive . . . Rice draws on the most tantalizing pieces from past novels and blends them artfully with new revelations. Orlando Sentinel
Kommentar zu "Blood Canticle"
0 Gebrauchte Artikel zu „Blood Canticle“
| Zustand | Preis | Porto | Zahlung | Verkäufer | Rating |
|---|
Schreiben Sie einen Kommentar zu "Blood Canticle".
Kommentar verfassen