Posted by: rojukene | juuni 15, 2010

Sucked up in another world

Ehk siis kuulan Anne Rice’i raamatuid läbi. Esialgu vampiirikroonikad, seejärel teised ka. Tema tekstid lihtsalt räägivad minuga ja tema keelekasutus… ah! Kogu see maailm on mu jaoks midagi palju-palju enamat kui “mingid ilusad vandid, kes verd imevad”. Aga noh, kes saab aru, see saab. Praegu on käsil “Queen of the Damned” ja ma lihtsalt pean mõned lõigud siia ka kleepima.

The meetings grew longer and longer. Conversations, sparring matches, and downright fights became the rule. Once Armand had dragged Daniel out of bed in New Orleans and shouted at him: “That telephone, I want you to dial Paris, I want to see if it can really talk to Paris.”

“Goddamn it, do it yourself,” Daniel had roared. “You’re five hundred years old and you can’t use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot? I will do no such thing!”

How surprised Armand had looked.

“All right, I’ll call Paris for you. But you pay the bill.”

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Often Armand had been in the room some time before Daniel awakened. The coffee would be perking, the music going – Vivaldi or honky-tonk piano, as Armand loved both equally – and Armand would be pacing, ready for Daniel to get up.

“Come, lover, we’re going to the ballet tonight. I want to see Baryshnikov. And after that, down to the Village. You remember that jazz band I loved last summer, well, they’ve come back. Come on, I’m hungry, my beloved. We must go.”

And if Daniel was sluggish, Armand would push him into the shower, soap him all over, rinse him off, drag him out, dry him thoroughly, then shave his face as lovingly as an old-fashioned barber, and finally dress him after carefully selecting from Daniel’s wardrobe of dirty and neglected clothes.

Daniel loved the feel of the hard gleaming white hands moving over his naked flesh, rather like satin gloves. And the brown eyes that seemed to draw Daniel out of himself; ah, the delicious disorientation, the certainty that he was being carried downwards, out of all things physical, and finally the hands closing on his throat gently, and the teeth breaking through the skin.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Nobody stares for more than a second or two. There are too many other inexplicable things around us – horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty’s dead.

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Ja ma sain eile vihmametsast postkaardi, möiraahviga! Aitäh Sulle, Kati! 🙂


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