Whenever you write Anne Rice I always get such nice warm mushy flashbacks. Then I get sad because I lost all of our old (probably horribly embarrassing on my part) logs in a hard drive crash. Woe.
On the bright side, this is great and has inspired me to snag copies of a few of the books on my next work day.

"When the guilt touches his bright eyes, she presses her small mouth to his hand, a patient gesture of forgiveness." I like a dollop of sweetness in amongst my angst.