... I am not me, I am someone else ...
I mean, I am not Lestat De Lioncourt or a role-player. No. And please note that I don’t post as often as you might like.
"Why should Death lurk in the shadows? Why should Death wait at the gate? There is no bedchamber, no ballroom that I cannot enter. Death in the glow of the hearth, Death on tiptoe in the corridor, that is what I am. Speak to me of the Dark Gifts - I use them. I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose."