Lestat:
I'm sorry, my friend. In a moment of self-pity and weakness, I wrote some awful things. I could never forget you. You are too important to me, and I must accept you in any form, however you wish to come to me. Sometimes, I think you come through my poetry. Other times, I can feel you in a place, as I did yesterday on my way home from school.
There's a neighborhood park on Huntington Blvd that I pass everyday heading home. Its beauty lies more in the things it inspires than it does in its recreational features—swings, jungle gyms, park benches, games. What it inspires is a desire to be happy and playful and youthful and fun and childlike. Those are the things that sustain us when life gets depressing or difficult. This place is magical like that. You're magical like that, Lestat. You inspire in me all those things. So, when I come to this little park, I always stop for a minute, take it all in, and think of you, my dear friend. I think of you...
~ One who thirsts
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Letters to Lestat
Teen FictionAfter reading Anne Rice's "The Vampire Lestat" two years ago in summer camp, Chloe Branson became so captivated by the story that she began scribing a series of letters to the imaginary vampire character in hopes that, through some stroke of magic...
