”’I have seen it,’ she said. ‘I had looked at it for hours at my bedside in Paris. It was Nicolas de Lenfent’s coat.’

I looked at her for a long moment. But I don’t think I saw her at all. The rage building in me was absolutely silent. It will be rage until I have proof that it must be grief, I thought. Then I wasn’t thinking.”

I just… I am constantly floored by Anne Rice’s writing!! That bolded line hit me square in the chest. A great encapsulation of Lestat’s character: raging through life until the grief catches up.

Also I can’t handle the way he is so tortured about Nicki and how awful it is to just abandon him and now Nicki has seemingly been captured by a vampire cult!!! Ugh poor sweet sad Nicki, you don’t deserve any of this.