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Fiery, fierce, and erotic, Blood Canticle marks the triumphant culmination of Anne Rice’s bestselling Vampire Chronicles, as Lestat tells his astounding tale of the pleasures and tortures that lie between death’s shadow and immortality. . . .

Surrounded by its brooding swampscape, Blackwood Farm is alive with the comings and goings of the bewitched and the bewitching. Among them is the ageless vampire Lestat,...
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Fiery, fierce, and erotic, Blood Canticle marks the triumphant culmination of Anne Rice’s bestselling Vampire Chronicles, as Lestat tells his astounding tale of the pleasures and tortures that lie between death’s shadow and immortality. . . .

Surrounded by its brooding swampscape, Blackwood Farm is alive with the comings and goings of the bewitched and the bewitching. Among them is the ageless vampire Lestat, vainglorious enough to believe that he can become a saint, weak enough to fall impossibly in love.

Gripped by his unspeakable desire for the mortal Rowan Mayfair and taking the not so innocent, new-to-the-blood Mona Mayfair under his wing, Lestat braves the wrath of paterfamilias Julien Mayfair and ventures to a private island off the coast of Haiti. There, Saint Lestat will get his chance to slay his dragon. For Mona and the Mayfairs share an explosive, secret blood bond to another deathless species: a five-thousand-year-old race of Taltos, strangers held in the throes of evil itself.

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Editorial Reviews

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“Seductive . . . Rice draws on the most tantalizing pieces from past novels and blends them artfully with new revelations.”
–Orlando Sentinel
Publishers Weekly
For her 25th fan-pleasing outing, Rice reunites some of her most popular creations and, for the first time since Memnoch the Devil (1995), lets the Vampire Lestat "write" the book. Taking up where last year's Blackwood Farm ended, the now-doppelganger-free Quinn Blackwood and Lestat save Quinn's true love, the witch Mona Mayfair, from certain death by making her an immortal. In his effort to attain sainthood, Lestat must deal with a lot of metaphysical angst. The opulent Blackwood estate and its spooky swamps, as well as New Orleans and a Caribbean isle, provide the settings for many elegant costume changes as the exquisite vampiric triumvirate gleefully suck several deserving victims dry and lay waste to dozens of a drug lord's minions. The vampirisation of young Mona, a true child of our times, gives Rice a dynamic new vampire personality with whom to play. Writing as if her blood-inked quill were afire, Rice seems truly possessed by her Brat Prince of darkness as she races through the story. She sometimes slights members of the vast supporting cast, both dead and alive, but neatly ties up all their loose ends. The complete unification of the Mayfair witch saga with that of the Vampire Chronicles provides either a befitting end or a new beginning for the Queen of the Vampires. (Oct. 31) Forecast: As with many well-established bestselling authors, Rice's first printing numbers aren't what they used to be (400,000 vs. one million for Memnoch), but an author tour and the debut next year of a TV miniseries based on her Witching Hour trilogy should keep her numbers steady. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
This latest installment of Rice's "Vampire Chronicles" begins with a ranting soliloquy from the infamous vampire Lestat as he addresses readers of the previous books. He excoriates those who read his chronicles but did not understand what he was trying to say. He fantasizes about being good, about becoming a saint, about speaking to the Pope. The entire first chapter is taken up with nonsense that has nothing to do with the story, and then the novel's basic plot begins where Blackwood Farm ended. In that novel, Quinn Blackwood's unique voice narrated; unfortunately, in this sequel it is a boorish Lestat who tells the tale. In order to save the dying Mona Mayfair, whom Quinn loves, Lestat bestows the dark kiss, making her one of the undead. In this way Lestat becomes involved in the complex world of the Mayfair witches, even helping them to discover the secret of the mysterious Taltos who have haunted the Mayfairs throughout their history. This is not one of Rice's better efforts, but her loyal fans will no doubt request copies. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 7/03.]-Patricia Altner, Information Seekers, Columbia, MD Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Rice in short form after the lengthy Blackwood Farm (2002), this time featuring characters shuffled together from the Vampire Lestat series and the Mayfair Witches series. Rice allows Lestat to narrate for the first time since 1995's Memnoch the Devil-which, according to Lestat, was the largest-selling entry in the entire series (probably because Tom Cruise's Interview with the Vampire had come out the year before, reinvigorating the series and filling new readers in on the first novel). It's not fair to expect Rice to write as impressively as she did 28 years ago (although there are long, beautiful, well-researched passages in her historicals), but the fact remains that Louis, the brooding, reluctant vampire of Interview, is Rice's best narrator, far superior to Lestat, who runs off at the mouth and whose prose has none of the sweet grip of Louis's. Canticle picks up where Blackwood left off, with beautiful nymphet Mona near death in young Quinn Blackwood's arms. Lestat is on hand, still reeling from seeing Satan and God in person in Memnoch, and now set on being a saint. Despite his unflagging vanity, Lestat has also absorbed the main quality of Louis: revulsion toward the Curse. Though having met God and now seeking redemption, Lestat goes on sucking blood-but only of bad guys! He's helping God sweep mankind free of misbegotten hellspawn. For Quinn, Lestat gives Mona the Dark Trick, and then the three of them go to New Orleans to induct Mona into her first thirst-quenching. Meanwhile, Lestat has fallen headlong for Rowan Mayfair, the witch and neurosurgeon who finds Lestat attractive-attractions forced on both of them by Rice. And where is Morrigan, Mona's monstrous full-grownWoman-Child, fathered by Rowan's manly husband Michael? Though one wishes to give the recently widowed author a free ride, Blood Canticle is as gaily slipshod, gushy, and first-draftish as Merrick. First printing of 400,000
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345443694
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/31/2004
  • Series: Vampire Chronicles Series , #10
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 61,678
  • Product dimensions: 6.86 (w) x 4.08 (h) x 1.11 (d)

Meet the Author

Anne Rice is the author of more than twenty-five books. She lives in New Orleans.
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    1. Also Known As:
      A. N. Roquelaure, Anne Rampling
    2. Hometown:
      Palm Desert, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 4, 1941
    2. Place of Birth:
      New Orleans, Louisiana
    1. Education:
      B.A., San Francisco State University, 1964; M.A., 1971
    2. Website:

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I want to be a saint. I want to save souls by the millions. I want to do good far and wide. I want to fight evil! I want my life-sized statue in every church. I’m talking six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes --.

Wait a second.

Do you know who I am?

I’m thinking maybe you’re a new reader and you’ve never heard of me.

Well, if that’s the case, allow me to introduce myself, which I absolutely crave doing at the beginning of every one of my books.

I’m the Vampire Lestat, the most potent and lovable vampire ever created, a supernatural knockout, two hundred years old but fixed forever in the form of a twenty-year-old male with features and figure you’d die for -- and just might. I’m endlessly resourceful, and undeniably charming. Death, disease, time, gravity, they mean nothing to me.

Only two things are my enemy: daylight, because it renders me completely lifeless and vulnerable to the burning rays of the sun, and conscience. In other words, I’m a condemned inhabitant of eternal night and an eternally tormented blood seeker.

Doesn’t that make me sound irresistible?

And before I continue with my fantasy let me assure you:

I know damned well how to be a full-fledged, post-Renaissance, post–nineteenth century, post-modern, post-popular writer. I don’t deconstruct nothin’. That is, you’re going to get a full-dress story here -- with a beginning, middle and end. I’m talking plot, characters, suspense, the works.

I’m going to take care of you. So rest easy and read on. You won’t be sorry. You think I don’t want new readers? My name is thirst, baby. I must have you!

However, since we are taking this little break from my preoccupation with being a saint, let me say a few words to my dedicated following. You new guys follow along. It certainly won’t be difficult. Why would I do something that you find difficult? That would be self-defeating, right?

Now, to those of you who worship me. You know, the millions.

You say you want to hear from me. You leave yellow roses at my gate in New Orleans, with handwritten notes: “Lestat, speak to us again. Give us a new book. Lestat, we love the Vampire Chronicles. Lestat, why have we not heard from you? Lestat, please come back.”

But I ask you, my beloved followers (don’t all stumble over yourselves now to answer), what the Hell happened when I gave you Memnoch the Devil? Hmmm? That was the last of the Vampire Chronicles written by me in my own words.

Oh, you bought the book, I’m not complaining about that, my beloved readers. Point of fact, Memnoch has outsold the other Vam-pire Chronicles completely; how’s that for a vulgar detail? But did you embrace it? Did you understand it? Did you read it twice? Did you believe it?

I’d been to the Court of Almighty God and to the howling depths of Perdition, boys and girls, and I trusted you with my confessions, down to the last quiver of confusion and misery, prevailing on you to understand for me why I’d fled this terrifying opportunity to really become a saint, and what did you do? You complained!

“Where was Lestat, the Vampire?” That’s what you wanted to know. Where was Lestat in his snappy black frock coat, flashing his tiny fang teeth as he smiles, striding in English boots through the glossy underworld of everybody’s sinister and stylish city packed with writhing human victims, the majority of whom deserve the vampiric kiss? That’s what you talked about!

Where was Lestat the insatiable blood thief and soul smasher, Lestat the vengeful, Lestat the sly, Lestat the . . . well, actually . . . Lestat, the Magnificent.

Yeah, I like that: Lestat, the Magnificent. That sounds like a good name to me for this book. And I am, when you get right down to it, magnificent. I mean, somebody has to say it. But let’s go back to your song and dance over Memnoch.

We don’t want this shattered remnant of a shaman! you said. We want our hero. Where’s his classic Harley? Let him kick start it and roar through the French Quarter streets and alleys. Let him sing in the wind to the music pumping through his tiny earphones, purple shades down, blond hair blowing free.

Well, cool, yeah, I like that image. Sure. I still have the motorcycle. And yeah, I adore frock coats, I have them made; you’re not going to get any arguments from me on that. And the boots, always. Want to know what I’m wearing now?

I’m not going to tell you!

Well, not until further on.

But think it over, what I’m trying to say.

I give you this metaphysical vision of Creation and Eternity here, the whole history (more or less) of Christianity, and meditations galore on the Cosmos Big Time -- and what thanks do I get? “What kind of a novel is this?” you asked. “We didn’t tell you to go to Heaven and Hell! We want you to be the fancy fiend!”

Mon Dieu! You make me miserable! You really do, I want you to know that. Much as I love you, much as I need you, much as I can’t exist without you, you make me miserable!

Go ahead, throw this book away. Spit on me. Revile me. I dare you. Cast me out of your intellectual orbit. Throw me out of your backpack. Pitch me in the airport trash bin. Leave me on a bench in Central Park!

What do I care?

No. I don’t want you to do all that. Don’t do that.


I want you to read every page I write. I want my prose to envelop you. I’d drink your blood if I could and hook you into every memory inside me, every heartbreak, frame of reference, temporary triumph, petty defeat, mystic moment of surrender. And all right, already, I’ll dress for the occasion. Do I ever not dress for the occasion? Does anybody look better in rags than me?


I hate my vocabulary!

Why is it that no matter how much I read, I end up sounding like an international gutter punk?

Of course one good reason for that is my obsession with producing a report to the mortal world that can be read by just about anyone. I want my books in trailer parks and university libraries. You know what I mean? I’m not, for all my cultural and artistic hunger, an elitist. Have you not guessed?

Sigh again.

I’m too desperate! A psyche permanently set on overdrive, that’s the fate of a thinking vampire. I should be out murdering a bad guy, lapping his blood as if he was a Popsicle. Instead I’m writing a book.

That’s why no amount of wealth and power can silence me for very long. Desperation is the source of the fount. What if all this is meaningless? What if high-gloss French furniture with ormolu and inlaid leather really doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things? You can shudder with desperation in the rooms of a palace as well as in a crash pad. Not to mention a coffin! But forget the coffin, baby. I’m not what you’d call a coffin vampire anymore. That’s nonsense. Not that I didn’t like them when I slept in them, however. In a way, there’s nothing like it -- but what was I saying:

Ah, yeah, we’re going to move on, but --.

Please, before we proceed, let me whine about what was done to my mind by my confrontation with Memnoch.

Now, pay attention, all of you, new readers and old:

I was attacked by the divine and sacramental! People talk about the gift of faith, well, I’m telling you it was more like a car crash! It did sheer violence to my psyche. Being a full-fledged vampire is a tough job once you’ve seen the streets of Heaven and Hell. And you guys should give me some metaphysical space.

Now and then I get these little spells: I DON’T WANT TO BE EVIL ANYMORE!

Don’t all respond at once: “We want you to be the bad guy, you promised!”

Gotcha. But you must understand what I suffer. It’s only fair.

And I’m so good at being bad, of course, the old slogan. If I haven’t put that on a T-shirt, I’m going to. Actually, I really don’t want to write anything that can’t be put on a T-shirt. Actually, I’d like to write only on T-shirts. Actually, I’d like to write whole novels on T-shirts. So you guys could say, “I’m wearing chapter eight of Lestat’s new book, that’s my favorite; oh, I see, you’re wearing chapter six --.”

From time to time I do wear -- Oh, stop it!


You’re always whispering in my ear, aren’t you?

I’m shuffling along Pirates’ Alley, a bum covered with morally imperative dust, and you slip up beside me and say: “Lestat, wake up,” and I pivot, slam bang! like Superman dodging into the all-American phone booth, and voilà! There I stand, full-dress apparitional, in velvet once again, and I’ve got you by the throat. We’re in the vestibule of the Cathedral (where did you think I’d drag you? Don’t you want to die on consecrated ground?), and you’re begging for it all the way; oops! went too far, meant for this to be the Little Drink, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Come to think of it. Did I warn you?

All right, okay, yeah, forget about it, so what, stop the hand wringing, sure sure, knock it off, cool it, shove it, eh?

I surrender. Of course we’re going to revel in pure wickedness here!

And who am I to deny my vocation as a Roman Catholic storyteller par excellence? I mean, the Vampire Chronicles are MY invention, you know, and I am only NOT a monster when I’m addressing you, I mean, that’s why I write this, because I need you, I can’t breathe without you. I’m helpless without you --.

-- And I am back, sigh, shudder, cackle, tap dance, and I’m almost ready to pick up the conventional frame of this book and fix its four sides with the infallible super glue of sure-fire storytelling. It’s going to all add up, I swear to you on the ghost of my dead father, there’s technically, in my world, no such thing as a digression! All roads lead to me.


A beat.

But before we cut to Present Time, let me have my little fantasy. I need it. I am not all flash and dash, boys and girls, don’t you see? I can’t help myself.

Besides, if you can’t really bear to read this, then cut to Chapter Two right now. Go on, get!

And for those of you who really love me, who want to understand every nuance of the tale that lies ahead, I hereby invite you to go with me. Please read on:

I want to be a saint. I want to save souls by the millions. I want to do good everywhere. I want to have my life-sized plaster statue in every church in the world. Me, six feet tall with glass blue eyes, in long purple velvet robes, looking down with gently parted hands on the faithful who pray as they touch my foot.

“Lestat, cure my cancer, find my glasses, help my son get off drugs, make my husband love me.”

In Mexico City, the young men come to the seminary doors clutching small statues of me in their hands, while mothers weep before me in the Cathedral: “Lestat, save my little one. Lestat, take away the pain. Lestat, I can walk! Look, the statue is moving, I see tears!”

Drug dealers lay down their guns before me in Bogotá, Colombia. Murderers fall to their knees whispering my name.

In Moscow the patriarch bows before my image with a crippled boy in his arms, and the boy is visibly healed. Thousands return to the Church in France due to my intercession, people whispering as they stand before me, “Lestat, I’ve made up with my thieving sister. Lestat, I renounced my evil mistress. Lestat, I have exposed the crooked bank, this is the first time I’ve been to Mass in years. Lestat, I am going into the convent and nothing can stop me.”

In Naples, as Mt. Vesuvius erupts, my statue is carried in procession to halt the lava before it destroys the seashore towns. In Kansas City, thousands of students file past my image pledging to have safe sex or none at all. I am invoked at Mass for special intercession throughout Europe and America.

In New York, a gang of scientists announces to the whole world that, thanks to my specific intercession they have managed to make an odorless, tasteless, harmless drug which creates the total high of crack, cocaine and heroin combined, and which is dirt cheap, totally available and completely legal! The drug trade is forever destroyed!

Senators and congressmen sob and embrace when they hear the news. My statue is immediately put into the National Cathedral.

Hymns are written to me everywhere. I am the subject of pious poetry. Copies of my saintly biography (a dozen pages) are vividly illustrated and printed by the billions. People crowd into St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York to leave their handwritten petitions in a basket before my image.

Little duplicates of me stand on dressing tables, countertops, desks, computer stations worldwide. “You haven’t heard of him? Pray to him, your husband will be a lamb afterwards, your mother will stop nagging you, your children will come to visit every Sunday; then send your money in thanksgiving to the church.”

From the Hardcover edition.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2009

    Skip It...

    Especially if you have read all of the Mayfair books. I understand what she was trying to do; give closure to different series, a two birds with one stone type of thing. It just didn't do it for me. I think they should have been kept things seperate. I wasn't thrilled with the way Taltos ended, but I would have rather left it at that than bring them into the Vampire Chronicles. I've never liked Mona Mayfair, but reading this book I really hated her. I was also dissapointed with the fate of the Taltos, I never expected them to make as a species, but I just wasn't feeling the way things ended for them. It was sad for me to read about the Mayfairs in this book because I really loved all the characters so much in the other books, and now Rowan is depressing and dissapointing and Michael is sweet, but blind and miserable. My biggest complaint though was Lestat. It's been awhile since I've read one of "his" books and maybe my memory is failing me, but he used to seem different, I can't explain it. In this book though he was really getting on my nerves especially at the beginning, it's as though he had a hard time getting his story going. It was a lot of random ramblings. I was also getting tired of him trying to convince everyone how he was so bad and evil and that there wasn't any good in him, like he so desperately has something to prove. Personnaly I didn't need the closure that this book attempted to give. I read it because I read all the others, I just figured I've come this far... It was a mistake. It left things on a bad note for me and now I'm sitting here feeling bummed out and dissapointed. Anne Rice is an excellent writer, but it was definetely not her finest hour.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2006

    A Big Disappointment

    I am a diehard Anne Rice fan, but the last book in the Vampire Chronicles was so disjointed and far removed from the rest of the series, that it seems like someone else wrote it. I'm sure it had a lot to do with the fact that her husband was very ill at the time. Though she may not have realized it, her focus appears to have been elsewhere because it certainly was not on the book. I have recommended almost evey book she's ever written but I would definitely not advise a potential Anne Rice convert to begin here (or even end here). Hopefully, her future efforts will be reminiscent of her past successes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2005

    A Great Ending...To A Great Series!

    I believe that Anne Rice ended the series as she saw fit. Personally I loved this book, everything about it. Lestat tells this last novel in the Vampire Chronicles, and reminds the reader why they fell in love with him in the first place. Anne Rice ended this series great! No one can write like this amazing woman, and she ended the series wonderfully.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2012

    Honestly lestat really? I am disappointed

    How can i say i dislike this book? I cant but i have yet to finish. My brat prince seems like a different vampire. I mean yes hes fallen for people before right? So why am i so upset about rowan? I was fine with everyone lestat. Louis. Claudia. Marius. armand. Mona. Quin. Dora. That girl you raped from that resturant. Whats her face from the body thief. David. The dog. Even your own mother. But for some reason rowan is unacceptable. I cant stand how you fawn over her. I was hoping the last book would be a blow out with all the previous characters making cameos even if they just popped in and screamed "lestat u iidiot brat prince!" Or something! I dont just too sad to finish the book. I dont want my imortal to die....that way.....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2011


    I had high hopes for this book but there just wasn't enough plot for the length of the book. Th first 230 pages I struggled not to quit reading and the last 70 pages were just held my attention. I think Anne needs to develop a whole new set of inrelated characters. These characters have been squeezed dry.

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  • Posted October 18, 2011


    A bit uneven, but overall a touching farewell to the rich worlds of the Vampire chronicles and the Mayfair Witches. TH
    hanks for the ride, Anne! Looking forward to reading it all again someday...

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  • Posted December 23, 2008

    Lestat still rules!

    I am one of the minority and proud of it! Have to say this book nicely rounded up the Mayfairs and the vampires for me.<BR/><BR/>It is sad that so many people have bashed this last chronicle of Rice. Esp the person who said it is toilet paper. It's not. <BR/>I personally loved it.Maybe because of my unique experience with it, I only read the VC from the back, starting from this and Merrick. ( agree that TVL and TOBT are the better volumes). Lestat sounds like both a teenager and a saint. I think It's because he was young when he was taken against his will. Did people dislike this ending because he doesn't sound like a powerful immortal who does not feel anything? Lestat yearns for redemption- such an emotional resonant concept. It is the special trait that marks the Ricean vamps as my favorite above the newer vamps. <BR/><BR/>It is the author's business if she wants to dedicate to whoever.Someone mocked her for presenting this poor piece of work.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2007

    What happened???

    After loving Blackwood Farm, this book was a huge disappointment. It was not interesting, the character development was seriously lacking, and there was little fun to be had. I think the book would have been more interesting from young Quinn's perspective.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2003

    Very Excited

    I'm very excited to read the next Vampire Chronicle in the series. I loved Blackwood Farm, and since this one takes up where Blackwood left off, I'm hoping it will be really good. Although, Blackwood Farm lacked in the vampire action, I still enjoyed it. I'm hoping Blood Canticle will have good vampire action and lots of bloody scenes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2014

    You know how sometimes you forgot you already read a book and yo

    You know how sometimes you forgot you already read a book and you buy it again expecting it to be new? Only to realize at some point that you've read it before? That's what happened to me just recently with Blood Canticle. I actually read this right after it came out in paperback, maybe ten years ago. I completely forgot that I had already read this Chronicle and ordered it again. The summary does not include the incident that would have tipped me off that I had already read it, the most memorable part of the book, which is when Lestat takes two charges on an expedition to an island and discovers... well that would be spoiling it. The rest of the book is more meandering, covering Lestat's introduction to the Mayfair witches, which is surprisingly low key even though he falls in love with one of them. As with all Rice novels, there is an underlying theme to the genre trappings. In this case, it has to do with gratitude of child to parent - how much is owed, where does parental responsibility begin and end, and is attaining self realization achieved at the cost of the relationship to the parent? All worthy questions to bring up in a book about a vampire who wants to be a saint, and witches who deliver Walking Babies. The plotting has been richer in previous Chronicles, but Lestat's irrepressible voice carries the book past most of the plotting flaws in this one. This is not the most memorable of the Chronicles, but it's put me in a mood to seek out the upcoming sequel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2012

    Anne Rice

    Anything this lady writes is pure magic!! I have read all her books, under her other names as well! She is the reason people have taken new ideas about vampires and witchs, she has surpassed any other authors who have written about vampires!!! Dracula is a childs vampire compared to the Vampire Lestat aka the Brat Prince. I very highly reccomend reading her Vampire and Witch collections as well as her other novels, once you start Interview or Witching Hour, I promise you will be hooked!!!

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  • Posted April 13, 2012

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    Good book

    Good book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2012

    ¿¿*''*..¿¿¿¿¿..*''*¿¿Highly Recommended - you must check it out!!¿¿*''*..¿¿¿¿¿..*''*¿¿

    Would Recommend all of her Vampire books. Also the Mayfair Witches. She writes with tastes and the plots are well written. You feel like your there in the stories. Can't wait for the wolf ones.

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  • Posted June 25, 2011

    Beautiful Ending

    I really loved The Vampire Chronicles and reading The Lives of the Mayfair Witches. It's beautiful how Anne Rice fused these mesmerizing tales together a beautiful ending for both beautiful series. Lestat still the Dare devil and Brat Prince that we all know and love. Show's us a different side to him. Now a mischievous Angle Lestat must learn to fight his own desire's and he must solve the mystery of the Taltos. Mona Mayfair a beautiful witch now a beautiful harpy vampire. Is in search of her daughter Morrigan Mayfair, and she must learn the ways of the Immortals. And Rowan Mayfair Queen of the Mayfair Witch coven and brilliant Neurosurgeon is bewildered by our beautiful Mona Mayfair's transformation. And Michael Curry our humble hero of the Mayfair witch's seek's Lestat's help. And we see Julien Mayfair powerful male witch of the Mayfair family, hunting Lestat for Mona Mayfair's transformation. Overall Blood Canticles is a must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2010

    good anne rice book and good continuation of witches and vampire stories

    Lestat's diatribe a litle monotonous

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  • Posted January 2, 2010

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    I Also Recommend:

    Blood Canticle, the Vampire Chronicles, Book 10

    Coming soon.

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  • Posted October 20, 2009

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    Really enjoyed it

    I had read all the other Rice vampire & Mayfair Witches books before Blood Canticle and thought this was a well conceived marriage of the two series. The writing was exceptional and Lestat was fascinating as always! A great read.

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  • Posted July 25, 2009

    another anne rice classic

    a good addition to the vampire cronicles, intresting read

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  • Posted July 21, 2009

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    Is it the end of the Vampire Chronicles Series?

    I've been reading since the 1st one Interview with the vampire, and i've been keep tracking of the next book of the it the end of the series~?

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  • Posted January 16, 2009

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    Where did I go wrong?

    I used to love the Vampire Chronicles. Maybe it's just me, but I hated this book. I got through it rather quickly -- Anne Rice is a fast read -- but it secretly left me hoping it would get over soon.<BR/><BR/>Taltos? Really? Was that part necessary?

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