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"Perhaps Heaven cast you down because it knew I would spend eternity looking upward for you."
"No, Lestat. Perhaps I fell because somewhere below, you were waiting."
Once, upon a mountain drowned beneath winter, something fell from Heaven.
The snow remembered violet light.
The wolves remembered blood.
And a mortal boy, already too hungry for life to belong peacefully to it, remembered the face of a woman he could never afterward persuade himself had been an accident.
Some loves begin with a glance.
Some with a kiss.
And some seem to have existed long before the lovers themselves, wandering unseen through creation until, on one bitter winter night, eternity finally places them in each other's path.
He was earth reaching defiantly toward Heaven.
She was Heaven learning how beautiful the earth could be.
Between them would come centuries, blood, music, poetry, sin, divinity, death, and all the terrible questions for which neither angels nor monsters possess answers.
But perhaps love was never meant to answer them.
Perhaps it was only meant to make eternity worth surviving.
For once upon a snowy mountain, beneath a sky that had just lost an angel, Lestat de Lioncourt looked into a stranger's eyes...
and felt, for the first time, as though something in the universe had looked back.