Maybe she just got tired of choking back the words, “it’s fiction, you fucking idiots, there are no vampires”

Yesterday the New York Times devoted some space to Anne Rice’s flight from New Orleans to the suburbs and the stream of disappointed Lestat fanatics that traditionally have “gathered outside her yard day and night, trying to spot the giant oak where Lasher and Emaleth are buried.”


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