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I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.

Anne Rice

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Anne Rice
Age: 83
Born: 1941
Born: October 4
Author
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Screenwriter
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New Orleans
Louisiana
Anne O'Brien
A. N. Roquelaure
Anne Rampling
Howard Allen O'Brien
Howard Allen Frances O'Brien
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Intense
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Sun
Fire
Lestat
Less
Sustained
Light
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