(http://membres.lycos.fr/hiyami/kindred/grave.jpg) "Pale Death" all pictures on this page are © Hitori "How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizened funereal spirit of a dead man in a child's clothe?" Marius writing about Amadeo, T.V.A., p. 116
Talking about "The Vampire Armand", I've gathered my favorite parts of the book and other graphics on that page: _A look on T.V.A_ (http://membres.lycos.fr/hiyami/kindred/tva.htm) . "The embodiment of thirst itself", according to Lestat. Which is dangerous only if you're afraid or too dry to assuage it... Do you think you know who is Armand? I've discussed about it for hours with fans, on the Anne Rice mailing list and elsewhere. Some gave very good points about him, but mostly, it looks to me as if they're not talking of the same person as I know. As if they didn't read the same books as I did. So... Let me invite you to my vision of this living-dead mystery. Will you dare to have a look in his fascinating soul? A foreword. I don't like "vampires". I like or dislike people, characters, whether they're vampires, humans or whatever. And I usually don't bother to talk about the ones I don't like, but save my time for the ones who bring me something. And, for one, I'm enthralled by Armand. Surely, being a vampire enhanced his uniqueness. Loneliness. Fierceness. The contrast between his appearance of a seventeen years old innocent boy, and his soul, one of a creature who was already alive before North-America even was a british colony, and who's been forced to live on death during the last five centuries. If he wasn't a vampire, he wouldn't be the one he is. But it's just a part of him. It doesn't define him wholly. «You see, they all want the embrace. There is a kernal in all of them that is "half in love with easeful death" and as I wander through the late-night streets in the chill hours, I can hear their plaintive sighs, a muted chorus rising from those beds. Its rhythms penetrating the very walls. They summon me. They long for me. Gentleman Death, that has been my epithet, and I so treasure it.» Armand in 'Interlude with the undead' ************************************** Get a sneak peek of the all-new AOL at http://discover.aol.com/memed/aolcom30tour
