[…] for a year, i’d been five feet six inches. my hands are as delicate as those of a young woman, and i was beardless, as we used to say in that time, the years of the sixteenth century. not a eunuch, no, not that, most certainly, but a boy. it was fashionable then for boys to be as beautiful as girls.

only anne rice can call someone a twink so beautifully. leave it to her to open the book by saying “this is my character. he is an ancient vampire. he has experienced years of suffering and heartbreak. and also; he is a twink and bisexual.” iconic, i love you anne rice