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Hi Jamieson Wolf,
I’m glad to see new Anne Rice’s books. Sure I’m like a fan of her although I haven’t read many books from her and the ones I have read had been from the Vampiric Chronicles and I love her way of writing, very quiet but it still keeps me on it.
Well I haven’t read her Christian books but I have a friend who read one but she didn’t like it, but anyway I think she doesn’t like that kind of stories. I’m not Christian either but sure in those books she has the same beautiful writing and maybe even more passionate because of the theme. If it is about how Anne walked away from the Catholic Church and she found it again, I’m sure she had left a part of her self on that book. I really would like to read it but nowadays I don’t have time not even for sleeping. And I’m actually in the middle of a book about Marius the vampire, it’s really cool. You should read those books from her and I’d read those book you say about Jesus Christ’s life. You tell me if you like vampire books and I tell if I like these ones, ok?

Well, see you later.
Bye
Hilda

Nightfallen dreams...

I saw my self walking alone covered by the black of the night. The trees rocked gently from one side to another, their branchs brushed and seemed to reveal all its dark secrets. In the shadows I could barely see a faint light. I walked trying to find the source of that light. Then I realized that it came from a candle on a table. For its size, I could imagine that it had been turned on a long time ago. The table was covered with a tablecloth ornamented with golden refined sewings. Besides the table there was a couple of chairs gingerly sculpted in wood. Over the table there was a letter sealed with a skull hallmark. I opened it. It said...

Correction:

I saw myself walking alone covered by the black of the night. The trees rocked gently from one side to another, their branchs brushed and seemed to reveal all their dark secrets. In the shadows I could barely see a faint light. I walked trying to find the source of that light. Then I realized that it came from a candle on a table. From its size, I could imagine that it had been lit a long time ago. The table was covered with a tablecloth ornamented with golden refined sewings. Beside the table there were a couple of chairs gingerly sculpt in wood. On the table there was a letter sealed with a skull impression. I opened it. It said...