Prince Lestat (Vampire Chronicles Series #11)

Prince Lestat (Vampire Chronicles Series #11)

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by Anne Rice
     
 

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THE VAMPIRE WORLD IS IN CRISIS . . .
 
Old vampires, roused from deep slumber in the earth, are doing the bidding of a Voice commanding that they indiscriminately burn their kin in cities across the globe, from Paris to Mumbai, Hong Kong to San Francisco. Left with little time to spare, a host of familiar characters including Louis de Pointe du Lac,

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THE VAMPIRE WORLD IS IN CRISIS . . .
 
Old vampires, roused from deep slumber in the earth, are doing the bidding of a Voice commanding that they indiscriminately burn their kin in cities across the globe, from Paris to Mumbai, Hong Kong to San Francisco. Left with little time to spare, a host of familiar characters including Louis de Pointe du Lac, Armand, and even the vampire Lestat, must embark on a journey to discover who—or what—is driving this mysterious being.

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From the Publisher
"Bloody marvelous." —Time

“Rice allows [her vampires] to do what they do best: wreak havoc and evoke terror. All while impeccably dressed.” —The Washington Post 

 “Reminds us just how immense and rich . . . Rice’s universe of poetic, morally questioning vampires is.” —Elle
 
“Rice never lost touch with the exuberant, often witty, and always fearless voice of irrepressible vampire Lestat de Lioncourt.” —BookPage

“Good, old-fashioned fanged fun.” —Kirkus Reviews

“The thinking-person’s vampire story. . . . Reads like a house on fire.” —Bookreporter

“No one does what Anne Rice does . . . . Fun, sexy, and irresistible.” —January magazine
 
Irrepressively seductive.” —Next magazine

Publishers Weekly
08/18/2014
Compared to the poorly received Blood Canticle (2003), Rice’s newest Vampire Chronicles installment is triumphant. The Voice, a mysterious power, is compelling older vampires worldwide to annihilate the more newly made. Not since the massacre committed by Akasha, the original Queen of the Damned, have so many vampires been killed in one of Rice’s novels. The narrative is often nonlinear; in many chapters the elders reveal their backstories before heeding a young vampire’s frantic pleas for them to convene in Manhattan to uncover the Voice’s agenda and stop it. All wait for Lestat to lead them, but he remains reluctant until the last minute. Rice fills the dense story with plenty of deliciously gory mythology, but many of the info-dumps are bone-dry. Lestat’s journey from brat to prince fits his personality, but his attitude irritates even during the book’s fascinating climax. (Nov.)
Library Journal
05/01/2014
Vampire fans, you've been waiting a long time—since 2003's Blood Canticle, in fact—for Rice to revisit the territory first trod by that immortal dazzler Lestat. Rice revisits familiar climes and characters from her "Chronicles" but shows us a world where vampires have proliferated dangerously, leading to mass burnings. Even old vampires join in, obeying a cryptic Voice. A book you can chew on.
Kirkus Reviews
2014-08-14
Armand, Seth, Akasha and, of course, Lestat de Lioncourt are back with a vengeance—and, natch, they're looking to put the bite on someone. There was a time, not so long ago, when Lestat fans had reason to fear they'd seen the last of their—well, man, maybe, depending on how you define "man." After an 11-year dry spell since Blood Canticle (2003), though, Rice has resurrected her Vampire Chronicles, picking up where one of the earlier books, The Queen of the Damned (1988), left off. A lot's happened since that time. For one thing, the vamps have plenty of new technology to play with, with Lestat himself, the rock star manqué, in love with his iPod and with that undead popster Jon Bon Jovi, "playing his songs over and over obsessively." That adulation is about the most frightening thing in Rice's latest; it's not that the novel is without its spine-tingling moments so much as that Rice has prepared the ground too well, with not just her own legacy, but also a legion of lesser imitators (Charlaine Harris, Stephenie Meyer, et al.) competing with her on the sanguinary-moments front. The latest installment finds the vamps at war with themselves, crowded on a planet with plenty of competition, indeed, but with plenty of juicy humans to nibble on: "So rich, so healthy, so filled with exotic flavors, so different from blood in the time he'd been made." Rice extends the Chronicles even farther into the past, rounding out storylines stretching into ancient Egypt, while reintroducing a large cast of familiars and adding some new characters to the mix. Suffice it to say, first, that the vamps are no longer limiting their recruitment to liberal arts majors, to the poets and singers of yore; suffice it also to say that the busy intergenerational (and inter-planes of existence) conflict that ensues screams out for at least one sequel, if not a string of them. Rice fans probably need not fear a drought of her thirst-quenching tales, then. As for this one, it's trademark Rice: talky, inconsequential, but good old-fashioned fanged fun.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780345803658
Publisher:
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date:
07/07/2015
Series:
Vampire Chronicles Series, #11
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
608
Sales rank:
53,951
Product dimensions:
5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.20(d)

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The Voice

Years ago, I heard him. He’d been babbling.

It was after Queen Akasha had been destroyed and the mute red-­haired twin, Mekare, had become “the Queen of the Damned.” I’d witnessed all that—­the brutal death of Akasha in the moment when we all thought we would die, too, along with her.

It was after I’d switched bodies with a mortal man and come back into my own powerful vampiric body—­having rejected the old dream of being human again.

It was after I’d been to Heaven and Hell with a spirit called Memnoch, and come back to Earth a wounded explorer with no appetite anymore for knowledge, truth, beauty.

Defeated, I’d lain for years on the floor of a chapel in New Orleans in an old convent building, oblivious to the ever-­shifting crowd of immortals around me—­hearing them, wanting to respond, yet somehow never managing to meet a glance, answer a question, acknowledge a kiss or a whisper of affection.

And that’s when I first heard the Voice. Masculine, insistent, inside my brain.....

“Hear me, come to me.” And he’d say that over and over again, night after night, until it was noise. . . .
 
The Voice rumbled and bellowed and whispered whenever I was there, rolling their names around in a stew of invective and rumination and demand. One evening, the Voice said, “Beauty is what drove it, don’t you see? It was the mystery of Beauty.”
 
A year later, I was walking along the sands of South Beach in Miami when he broke that one on me again. For the moment, the mavericks and rogues had been leaving me alone. They were afraid of me, afraid of all the old ones. But not enough.
 
“Drove what, dear Voice?” I asked. I felt it was only fair to give him a few minutes before shutting him down.
 
“You cannot conceive of the magnitude of this mystery.” He spoke in a confidential whisper. “You cannot conceive of this complexity.” He was saying these words as if he’d just discovered them. He wept. I swear it. He wept.
 
It was an awful sound. I don’t glory in any being’s pain, not even the pain of my most sadistic enemies, and here was the Voice weeping.
 
I was hunting, thirsting though I didn’t need to drink, at the mercy of the craving, the deep agonizing lust for heated, pumping human blood. I found a young victim, female, irresistible in her combination of filthy soul and gorgeous body, white throat so tender. I had her in the fragrant darkened bedroom of her own lodgings, lights of the city beyond the windows, having come over the roofs to find her, this pale woman with glorious brown eyes and walnut-shaded skin, black hair like the snakes of Medusa, naked between the white linen sheets, struggling against me as I sank my fangs right into the carotid artery. Too hungry for anything else. Give me the heartbeat. Give me the salt. Give me the Viaticum. Fill my mouth. . . .
 
On this dreary cold night, I’d been thirsty, more thirsty than I could bear. Oh, I don’t technically need the blood anymore. I have so much blood from Akasha in my veins—the primal blood from the old Mother— that I can exist forever without feeding. But I was thirsting, and I had to have it to stanch the misery, or so I told myself, on a little late night rampage in the city of Amsterdam, feeding off every reprobate and killer I could find. I’d hidden the bodies. I’d been careful. But it had been grim—that hot, delicious blood pumping into me and all those visions with it of filthy and degenerate minds, all that intimacy with the emotions I deplore. Oh, same old, same old. I was sick at heart. In moods like this, I’m a menace to the innocent and I know it only too well.
 
Around four in the morning, it had me so bad, I was in a little public park, sitting on an iron bench in the damp, doubled over, in a bad seedy part of the city, the late night lights looking garish and sooty through the mist. And I was cold all over and fearing now that I simply wasn’t going to endure. I wasn’t going to “make it” in the Blood. I wasn’t going to be a true immortal like the great Marius, or Mekare or Maharet or Khay- man, or even Armand. This wasn’t living, what I was doing. And at one point the pain was so acute, it was like a blade turning in my heart and in my brain. I doubled over on the bench. I had my hands clasped on the back of my neck, and I wanted nothing so much as to die, simply to close my eyes on all of life and die.
 
And the Voice came, and the Voice said:
 
“But I love you!”
 
I was startled. I hadn’t heard the Voice in such a longtime, and there it was, that intimate tone, so soft, so utterly tender, like fingers touching me, caressing my head.
 
“Why?” I asked.
 
“Of all of them, I love you the most,” said the Voice. “I am with you, loving you now.”
 
“What are you? Another make-believe angel?” I said. “Another spirit pretending to be a god, something like that?”
 
“No,” he said.
 
But the moment he’d started to speak, I had felt this warmth in me, this sudden warmth such as addicts de- scribe when they are infused with the substance they crave, this lovely reassuring warmth that I’d found so fleetingly in the blood, and I’d begun to hear the rain around me, hear it not as this dismal drizzle but as a lovely soft symphony of sounds on the surfaces around me.
 
“I love you,” said the Voice. “Now, get up. Leave this place. You must. Get up. Start walking. This rain is not too cold for you. You are too strong for this rain and too strong for this sorrow. Come on, do as I tell you. . . .”
 
And I had.
 
I had gotten up and started walking and made my way back to the elegant old Hotel De L’Europe where I was lodged, and I’d gone into the large, exquisitely wall- papered bedroom and closed the long velvet draperies properly over the coming sun. Glare of white sky over the Amstel River. Morning sounds.

Then, I’d stopped. I’d pressed my fingers to my eyelids and buckled, buckled under the weight of a loneliness so terrible I would have chosen death then if only I’d had such a choice.
“Come now, I love you,” said the Voice. “You’re not alone in this! You never were.” I could feel the Voice inside me, around me, embracing me.
 
Finally, I lay down to sleep. He was singing to me now, singing in French, singing some lyrics put to the beautiful Chopin etude, Tristesse. . . .
 
“Lestat, go home to France, to the Auvergne where you were born,” he whispered, just as if he were beside me. “Your father’s old chateau there. You need to go there. All of you human beings need a home.”
 
So tender it sounded, so sincere.
 
So strange that he would say this. I did own the old ruined chateau. Years ago, I had set architects and stonemasons to rebuild it, though why I did not know. I saw an image of it now, those ancient round towers rising from that cliff above fields and valleys where in the old days so many had starved, where life had been so bitter, where I had been bitter, a boy bound and deter- mined to run away to Paris, to see the world.
 
“Go home,” he whispered.
 
“Why are you not winking out the way I am, Voice?” I asked. “The sun’s rising.”
 
“Because it is not morning where I am, beloved Les- tat.”
 
“Ah, then you are a blood drinker, aren’t you?” I asked. I felt I’d caught him. I began to laugh, to cackle. “Of course you are.”
 
He was furious. “You miserable, ungrateful, degenerate Brat Prince,” he was muttering . . . and then he’d left me again. Ah, well. Why not? But I hadn’t really solved the mystery of The Voice, not by a long shot. . . .
 
When I woke, it was of course early evening, and Amsterdam was filled with roaring traffic, whizzing bicycles, myriad voices. Scent of blood pumped through beating hearts.
 
“Still with me, Voice?” I asked.
 
Silence. Yet I had the distinct feeling, yes, the feeling that he was here. I’d felt wretched, afraid for myself, wondering at my own weakness, inability to love.
 
And then this happened.
 
I went to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door to adjust my tie. You know what a dandy I am. Well, even down and out, I was in a finely cut Armani jacket and dress shirt, and, well, I wanted to adjust this bright, flashing, beautifully hand-painted silk tie and—my reflection wasn’t there!
 
I was there, but not my reflection. It was another me, smiling at me with triumphant glittering eyes, both hands up against the glass as if he were in a prison cell behind it. Same clothes, yes, and me down to the last detail of long blond curling hair and glittering blue- gray eyes. But not a reflection at all.
 
I was petrified. The dim echo of doppelgänger rose in my ears, and all the horror such a concept connotes. I don’t know if I can describe how chilling this was—this figure of myself inhabited by another, leering at me, deliberately menacing me.
 
I remained sober-faced, and I continued to adjust my tie, though I could see no reflection of what I was doing. And he continued to smile in that icy mocking way, as the laughter of the Voice rose in my brain. . . .
 
I went to Anatolia to escape it all. I wanted to see Hagia Sophia again, to walk under those arches. I wanted to wander the ruins of Göbekli Tepe, the oldest Neolithic settlement ever discovered. To hell with the problems of the tribe . . .

Meet the Author

Anne Rice is the author of thirty-two books. She lives in Palm Desert, California.
 
www.annerice.com

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Rancho Mirage, California
Date of Birth:
October 4, 1941
Place of Birth:
Rancho Mirage, California
Education:
B.A., San Francisco State University, 1964; M.A., 1971
Website:
http://www.annerice.com

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Prince Lestat 3.9 out of 5 based on 2 ratings. 99 reviews.
HenryMiami More than 1 year ago
After 11 years of  Silence from Lestat, Fans worldwide are celebrating the return of the brat Prince. All fans of The Vampire Chronicles begged Anne Rice to bring back their much loved characters. Rice, last wrote about her much popular vampires in Blood Canticle 2003. In this just released novel, Prince Lestat is the narrator of the story. Anne Rice has not lost a beat in all those years of giving her vampires a rest. It is classic Anne Rice. Fantastic story with the prose and story telling that the author is known for. The details are incredible and the reader will think they are in the story witnessing what they read. Most of the main characters are back with the addition of new vampires, Benji, a 12 year old vampire who has a internet radio show and a vampire pianist, Sybelle. The book starts  with an introduction to the powers or gifts the vampires pocess and in my opinion it was a great idea to do so because it makes it easy for anyone who has not read the previous books to understand Rice's vampires and their dark gifts such as, how they are created, their ability to read minds, and all the pwers they posses. The book starts with a chapter called The Voice, a voice Lestat has been hearing for years trying to awaken him and telling him, come to me. The Vampire community is in crisis and Lestat is being called because of his wisdom and because he is much much needed  for guidance and help. All of the vampires are in crisis with massive destruction and crisis ongoing through out the world. The older vampires are destroying all the fledgelings or young vampires, reminding the reader of the things happening at the end of Rice's very popular novel The Queen of the Damned. All the elders of the vampire tribe want Lestat to lead them in stopping all the killings and destruction of their kind, but as usual Lestat is not easy to convince. Through out the book you will see the older vampires telling their stories reminding you of things in the other books of the Vampire Chronicles refreshing the old readers mind or introducing new readers to important things that have happened in previous books. There is a lot of action in this novel, Its Classic Anne Rice, and both the readers that have been with her since the begining and new readers reading her book because of the new popularity in the new vampires now days in other books and TV series will without a doubt become new fans of the Vampire chronicles. Anne Rice, has a writting style and fantastic imagination like no other Author of the vampire Genre. Once you start reading Prince Lestat it will sink its fangs into you and wont let go. I tried to write this review with as little information about the story as not to spoil it for anyone. If you are an old fan of Anne Rice's work you will love this book and wont regret it. If youve never read any of the Vampire Chronicles books and are new to Rice's work do yourselves a favor and get this book you will be hooked and I guarantee you will be reading more of this fantastic authors work. Congratulations to Anne Rice ahead of time on another best seller.  v--v        
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
SPOILER ALERT:  I haven't looked forward to a book as much as this one in a long, long time, but I had some trepidation. I did not like her Angel Time novels nor her Wolf series (couldn't even get through them all, truth be told).  Prince Lestat might as well be titled "Lestat for Dummies," because it is so simplistic and unimaginative and just...mediocre. How does such a great author and imaginative mind turn so boring? I literally found myself yelling at this book: "STOP repeating the same things! Where is Lestat's essential being? Where is his incredible humor? Where are the great descriptive passages that transport the reader into the time/place/mind of the speaker?" Not one interesting or beautiful new character--they are all just same old, same old.  I can't remember the last time I was this disappointed in a novel. Lest readers of this review think I don't know my Anne Rice books, I've read every single thing she wrote up until the Angels/Wolves. I am a devotee of the Mayfair Witches, all her historical fiction, and Lestat has always been my number-one favorite male fictional character of modern literature. I've recommended her novels to hundreds of people and have even used passages from Cry to Heaven and Feast of All Saints when I taught history.  The woman was great.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love nothing more than a long journey with a great book series. For me, my love for such things was born from reading The Vampire Chronicles. When I first saw the announcement of the release date for this book I almost cried. How I missed my first immortal loves and my most beloved author. Thank you Anne. Thank you. I am enchanted yet again with your creation. I am in love. This book has left me fulfilled, happy, and hopeful for more. I pre ordered this book over the summer and the night before the release date felt to me like Christmas Eve. I was almost nervous, afraid that after all these years the book wouldn't be as enchanting as the first were. (Oh how could I ever doubt her?) My fears were quickly quashed. From start to finish I was engulfed. This book doesn't let you down. Anne Rice doesn't let you down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This one is with out a doubt one to add to your collection. The prose and story telling is masterful. Where one could get lost and actually believe that vampires are real. Anne Rice is a brilliant and masterful voice, adding a seductive allure to her vampires as only she could. Viserial, beautiful, piosed, proud, arrogent, gentle, loving as only the children of darkness, stars and moon could be. Well done, a musy read.
TarzanSuplex More than 1 year ago
Thank you Anne Rice for bringing back the voice of Lestat!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am about two thirds of the way through this book and I just have to put it aside.  The older Vampire Chronicles novels were page-turners but this is a plodding, excruciating journey through the VC world.  For the life of me I cannot see where this story is going. Like everyone else, I haven't visited with these characters in a decade.  Maybe I aged out of this series.  Did True Blood and the Southern Vampires ruin Lestat & Co for me?  This book is just too plodding and biblical to read for enjoyment.  I feel like I'm reading a textbook and almost need to take notes or get out my virtual hi-liter.   I really wanted to like this book.  Perhaps the next Vampire Chronicles book will be better.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the first review I've ever given but felt this book deserved it. All hail the Queen. Essentially this book was a literal slap to all the recent influx of vampire novels. She reminded everyone why she is the Queen of Vampires. Don't take this wrong, I have immensely enjoyed these other vampire novels but Anne Rice just had to send out a friendly reminder of why she ruled this genre for so long. Oh, to sit back and fall in love all over again with our Brat Prince as he and my beloved Louis mature into full fledged adults. One can only hope that she still has more in her as she left still so much on the table. This was merely an appetizer and I'm more than ready for the main course.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it!!! Very interesting and full of surprising moments which engaged me so much I couldnt stop reading. The incredible amount of research done for each historical era in these novels is just short of incredible. I cant wait for the next installment in the series. Looking forward to reading it a few more times.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Extremely disappointing. HUGE FAN of Ms. Rice's vamps, love every single one of them. This one was written for middle school readers. It lacked character depth, conversations were banal, simplified and, again, boring. Lestat repeated himself over and over to the point of annoying. I would be hard-pressed to order the next one. I was so excited, even pre-ordered. Ms. Rice owes me a refund or better yet, A BETTER BOOK. If I did not know better, a ghost writer was involved. Where is the writer who wrote the original series?
angelnoel1 More than 1 year ago
As a long time fan of Anne Rice, I had such high hopes for this book but was greatly disappointed with "Prince Lestat". Lestat is but one of dozens of characters in this book, not a main character as the title would suggest. Most of the story is told through other vampires. In addition, this book doesn't acknowledge the last few books of the Vampire Chronicles. It's as if they never happened. Moreover, the writing seemed off, not as fleshed out and full of the usual Anne Rice details. It's almost as if she had snippets of ideas, characters, and plots for books to add to either The Vampire Chronicles or The Tales of the New Vampires series but then decided to try to make them into one book with a barely cohesive plot. If you were disappointed with the "Angel" Series (which I liked) or the "Wolves" series (which I did't like), you will be sadly disappointed with "Prince Lestat".
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Too many old and new charectors to keep up with. Too much backstory, almost boring. I am making myself finish it. Love all the series, but this one is a huge disappointment.
Islanzadi More than 1 year ago
I LOVED THE BOOK. IF THIS IS THE END OF THE SERIES IT'S A GOOD ENDING. I HOPE THERE WILL BE MORE BOOKS ABOUT LESTAT AND ALL THE REST. I WAS SORRY TO FINISH THE BOOK.
DustinS More than 1 year ago
It took me a longer time to finish this book than I would have liked but let me tell you, I felt that every page was GOLD. The story seemed so modern, so new, and creative and I found myself several times laughing, crying, or screaming and applauding due to the events and people in 'Prince Lestat'. I was worried that this book could become repetitive but I was pleasantly surprised. The book did repeat and review some of the events in other books but it was done in a manner that kept in mind a lot of readers had already read the previously volumes but someone could read this book as an introduction to Ms. Rice and understand what was going on(and intrigue them to continue reading). I am in LOVE with this book and find myself in love with the vampires all over again. Ms. Rice has another classic on her hands with this one and cannot wait to see what more she has in store. 
P6 More than 1 year ago
I was so looking forward to this book. It was unreadable and I am a big fan of Anne Rice and Lestat. I think she should retire this series. The best is all behind.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is absolutly reviting. Its a tale in which it talks about what Lestat has been up to. Even explaining what happened in between the stories. The ending was aboslutly awesome!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anne Rice does it again!
Durindil More than 1 year ago
A True and Triumphant return to the Chronicles of old that we have missed so much over the last several years. Lestat may have taken on a new role in the Savage Garden, but he is and shall forever be the "Brat Prince" of our hearts. I am also proud of Louis who finally seems to be shedding his melancholy shell and accepting the world into which he was born in 1791. Kudos to Ms. Rice and a plea for more wonderful things to come in the next installment.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
And I hope for more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun and fast paced. This rivals Queen of the Damnwd,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Story was very redundant! Please don't push out books, just to make money! You do your readers a great disservice
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved reading Prince Lestat. I was overjoyed to see Lestat finally getting what he was truly missing all of his rebirth. I can't wait to see what adventures you come two come up with next. Beautifully done.
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Drake2 More than 1 year ago
The book often bogged down excessively describing surroundings rather than the tale itself. Not on par with Anne's previous efforts such as Tale of the Body Thief and The Mayfair Witch sagas.