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I become bespelled.
This is seduction!
Vampires are said to have / the power to glamour mortals
To weave illusions that seduce /but only because we consent to lose ourselves.
Because we want to lose ourselves / in their glamor.
A book / a movie / the television’s glow,
The selling smile of celebrities / the gifted kiss of pianists and geniuses,
Those distilleries of romance / that careen us into Camelot.
I want to remember / that my mortal life
is no less transcendent for ending.
But how hard it is now to cling to that remembrance. — Kate
Stretched out helplessly toward the infinite. That’s what we’re all doing, all the time, isn’t it?
Right now, I’m with Strattera watching the airport for another True Immortal to arrive, and so that’s certainly what we’re doing.
But it’s happening everywhere and always. I see that now. Even sex is a reaching toward the infinite … and you only touch it for a second before it falls away. – Flyss
In As Beautiful as the Sky, Janice has it bad. Blair’s immortality right up close is making her a little crazy.
Blair wore his heavy coat and a black watch cap pulled low to cover his missing ear. Behind him, the sky put on its typical dawn show: streaming ramps of light, cathedrals in the clouds, heavenly mountains of glory, all the usual. He looked just as beautiful as the sky.
This reminds me more than a bit of how intoxicated Kate became when we first started to receive messages straight from Oxadrenals. I don’t want to embarrass her by reposting The Power of Glamor to Glamour, but you can just click on it :-) — Flyss
P.S. The Rilke poem that opens Narrative 3 says it all.
Yes, as Flyss says, I was quite dazzled when we had our first direct communication with a non-mortal. And I didn’t have the excuse of having spent the evening making love to the man, much less defending him from someone who went on to slash off his ear.* Janice certainly can be allowed her intoxication.
But she’s not entirely intoxicated, and it doesn’t last.
In the very first paragraph she notes, “You could get stupid and fall in love with someone like that if you didn’t watch out.” In other words, she is watching out. And moments later, when she discovers Menniss trussed up in the trunk of Blair’s car, she pushes Blair into the background and takes over.
And she has a remarkable inner voice to go along with that remarkable set of tattoos! I hope the countdown clock rises quickly, so we can hear much, much more of her soon. — Kate