Jesse Reeves

Indescribable - Laura Story + Jesse Reeves (WorshipTogether) [ 2004 ]

From the album “Arriving” by Chris Tomlin

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The Vampire Chronicles: Watch the Queen conquer, part II

Gabrielle de Lioncourt, the Wild One
“Come on, stand up!” she said, those cold blue eyes flashing in the lights of the burning building at the mouth of the tunnel.
And in that moment as love and resentment clashed with humbling fury, I was back at home hundreds of years ago, walking with her in those cold barren fields, with her haranguing me in that impatient voice. “Get up. Move. Come on.”
“What are you going to do, if I don’t?” I snarled. “Slap me?”
And that’s what she did. She slapped me.”

Claudia de Lioncourt, the Princess of Eternal Youth
“Stay back!” she said again. And now she slid off the couch and approached him, peering down into his face as he had peered at the child. “Absinthe, Father,” she said, “and laudanum!”
“Demon!” he said to her. “Louis… put me in my coffin.” He struggled to rise. “Put me in my coffin!” His voice was hoarse, barely audible. The hand fluttered, lifted, and fell back.
“I’ll put you in your coffin, Father,” she said, as though she were soothing him.“ I’ll put you in it forever.”
And then, from beneath the pillows of the couch, she drew a kitchen knife.

Jesse Reeves, the Heiress of the Great Family
But what was this other being? The one who sat to the right of Maharet, who stood directly opposite Marius at the far end? Now, this one truly gave him a shock. The other twin was his first rash conjecture as he stared at her green eyes and her coppery red hair.
But this being had been alive yesterday, surely. And he could find no explanation for her strength, her frigid whiteness; the piercing manner in which she stared at him; and the overwhelming telepathic power that emanated from her, a cascade of dark and finely delineated images which she seemed unable to control.

Rose de Lioncourt, the Flower from the Savage Garden
Uncle Lestan said, “I’ll be with you, Rose, as long as you need me.”
She woke in the night crying for her mother. He held her in his arms. He felt so strong, so powerful. They stood on the edge of the patio, looking up at the cloudy sky. He told her that she was sweet and good and beautiful, and he wanted her to be happy.
“When you grow up, Rose, you can be anything you want,” Uncle Lestan said. “Remember that. This is a magnificent world. And we are blessed with the gift of life in it.”