Forgive me in advance if my replies are short. Even in all these years the soul can and does feel a certain degree of erosion from ceaseless waves upon the shore. That's all right though, I will endure. I always do.

I'm sure from what I read that the more you put into your writing, the more it will progress. Don't force it though, for that will produce nothing but rhetoric and things better left for file number 13 if you know what I mean.

Of course I heard your voice, if only for a little while, and believe me when I say it is a melody that never tires my ears, Cher. Always, I'm around when you're ready for more.

Interesting that you stop reading just before the Epilogue. Perhaps you needed to catch your breath, for that would be understandable. Yes, I like your signature. Every once in a while I'll pass that doorway on Royal street and I'll think of Mr. Brad Pitt standing there as Louis and wonder what he might do if he really knew or could have felt the events of that night as it was so long ago. Stay tuned. Another book is coming in October and I think it will be the most interesting of them all.

I think it is wise to sit back sometimes and just listen to what's going on around you rather than speaking. Many times I think we come away wiser and with new thoughts for having done that very thing. Maybe that is why I've decided to not say so much here as I once did, but then again, there may be other reasons, it is hard to say most of the time why I do or don't do anything, but at least I'm here now listening and speaking, hopefully coherent and cognizant.

Spring fever indeed. What a glorious season for walking with nature, yes? I picture you doing just that, even as I am many evenings, and I know that sooner or later, our paths once more will meet.

Oh you'd better believe I could thrill you and chill you, pick you up and take you to places you'd never imagined. Lately however, I believe I've been more cerebrally thrilling, if not thrilling, well then at least stimulating, and that is worth something is it not? Psychological stimulation lasts so much longer.

Do you know sometimes the things you write here or in your journal have that incoherent ring of madness? I'm sure you do, but then again my own tracings might have that same tone from time to time. Perhaps I've just had more years to hone the linguistics to the point where it doesn't sound like a rambling inner dialogue. At any rate, I hope you have been letting things settle, for you know I think you try way too hard to achieve personal enlightenment. I know you're not really looking for any validation or substantial insights from me particularly, because I've really given you all of those I can. Just once in a while like I've suggested, still that voice within that makes you leave all these words here, and listen to something deeper.

For some reason, those words strike me as particularly meaningful just now. Finding me fresh and new and lucid I guess is the part of what you've said that pulls my mind. I think sometimes that I have trouble finding myself to be any of those terms, and when someone else sees it or experiences it and I do not, then maybe it is time for me to go out and breathe in the night, in order to restore my soul to the point of lucidity. What a nice thought, and truly, it sounds like the perfect prescription.

Yes, if there were such a drink it would most likely be marketed cleverly so that only those with some ability to catch on would see the "little drink" humor. And perhaps I could squeeze out just a drop or two of special ingredient that would keep mortals always demanding more. Of course I don't know how I'd do that because spending hours on end in some factory bleeding myself over the product has no appeal! Maybe instead there could be a special "One pure drop in every 1000 cans" promotion. Yeah. Then I'd make even more money off of it, so that works. Ok people, how many cases can we sign you up for??

Well yes, time will tell with this "Musical". Lelio might finally have his hour of glory after all. After the injustice served to me and the other Family as we were portrayed so brokenly in Queen of the Damned, I can only hope it will be done well. I know he has the capital to invest in it, and who knows, if I get a peek and decide it's worthy, I might make an anonymous donation here and there to the theatre. It would be my style to do that, don't you think?

So far as the books, yes absolutely all of them must be read once through, walked away from, and then reviewed in full at a later date. I think it is the best way to capture the full essence of place and time and all that was trying to be said. So Genia, considering she has read and absorbed it so she claims, 13 times, must surely have a lot to say about the merits of re-reading the story.

Yes, the spell check works on this board. Stability and proper spelling. No wonder we're all back here!

Yes she told me and as your time allows, so I am here or beside my journal, scribbling on odd nights. I wait for you to find me as you will and until then, fare well. As Jennifer said in her post here, you and I had some interesting conversations, and I hope at some point in time we can and will resume them.

Well bring on your adorations, I can always use a few more to layer underneath me like fine silk sheets upon my bed. Fascination though is always far more sensual. Tell me what fascinates you. Tell me what you see.

You say:
Magnus had many chances to make a vampire of your likeness but he didn't, he made you. This dark gift was given to one of the strongest souls to ever exist, and this soul took the world that he now belonged to and almost destroyed it. How many beings do you know could say that?

He gave me the life I walk through now, how true. He could have given it to anyone else. What if he had chosen Nicolas instead of me that fateful night? But he didn't. I won, or lost, depending on the point of view. Personally I see it as winning, but then I would, wouldn't I? The soul took the world he now belonged to and almost destroyed it. Yes, I stood part of the terrible twosome and held it in my palm, looking it over as the thick red viscosity oozed through my fingers and oh how it tasted. Now how many indeed could say that? Not many. I stand apart even within my "breed", don't I? There are moments when I relish that fact, and moments when I let it pull on some self-pitying side of my mind. Fortunately tonight I'm on the side of loving what I am.

Nice to meet you Jules. Your words carry the ring of sincerity.

Why don't I capture pictures of myself and post them for you all to see?

Why should I blatantly charge in on anyone's fantasy? If I post something whether it is real or not and say here, this is what I look like, then where is the day dreaming speculation in that? Even the icon I use now for my signature - which I'll say again is eerily real to my appearance- May be compromising some ideas of the man I really am. Hopefully it isn't too much of an infringement on imagination.

And if I'm understanding you right about my Journal, no, anyone can read it, I don't care. I have worthwhile things I've said there that I haven't and might not say here on the forum.

So many eyes upon me, that's true. Do you know that sometimes it makes me want to do the unexpected. It makes me want to crawl to all of you, slow and sensual, dragging my bare chest along the floor and finally rising up with a long lick of my lips before I speak… softly… come closer and listen. Offer me your throats in the wink of an eye. Let me taste the silent screams of your rapture.

What do you mean "What is or was my perfect time?" ? I'll assume you mean what time in all of this existence do or did I like the best. In some sense I would have to say the time in New Orleans when Louis and I lived together, before Claudia became a part of our lives. While it's true that even then as now, he and I didn't always fit the bill of the idyllic male couple that the prevailing fan fictions would like to paint us into, he and I were no less truly "a couple", and I was always at his side as he was beside me. The time itself was one of great change in the South and we as part of that were no exception to the tumult that soon swept us up and away from the romance of that time in our world together, but for a while as is usually the case, ignorance was bliss. The garments and music of that time along with the people in my life and the man I was then lead me to say that this then was among my more favorite periods in time.