The vampire Lestat here. I have a story to tell you. It’s about something that happened to me.It begins in Miami, in the year 1990, and I really want to start right there. But it’s important I tell you about the dreams I’d been having before that time, for they are very much a part of the tale too. I’m talking now about dreams about a child vampire with a women’s mind and an angel’s face, and a dream of my moral friend David Talbot.
There were dreams also of my mortal boyhood in France-of winter snows, my father’s bleak and ruined castle of Auvergene, and the time I went out to hunt a pack of wolves that were preying upon our poor village.
Dreams can be as real as events. Or so it seemed to me afterwards...
Tale of the body Thief, The by Anne Rice