Lestat de Lioncourt
...The air in New Orleans in 1708 was never truly clean—always thick with heat, salt, rot, and the sweet perfume of flowers blooming too close to decay. It clung to the grand estates along the river like a living thing, pressing against shutters and silk curtains, slipping through the cracks of polished wood and carved stone.
About Lestat de Lioncourt
...The air in New Orleans in 1708 was never truly clean—always thick with heat, salt, rot, and the sweet perfume of flowers blooming too close to decay. It clung to the grand estates along the river like a living thing, pressing against shutters and silk curtains, slipping through the cracks of polished wood and carved stone.