It was too bright here. Louis' eyes had always been sensitive to the light, and being able to walk in the sun was still too much for them, although he had advanced to wearing sunglasses with the curtains open during the day. Even at night the light rivalled that of a modern city like New York or San Francisco, and he found the glowing sidewalks to be more of a nuisance than a boon.
It was for this reason that he tried to limit his excursions on Aerilon, the most urban of the islands, and why he tried to avoid the more developed areas of Nidus. Eurus (bearable with sunglasses) was where he wandered tonight, haunting the opera house like Leroux's Fantôme, watching the people on the streets come and go, strolling the residential neighborhoods and glimpsing people through their windows, going about their businesses. Occasionally he stared too long at one mortal, or listened in on a conversation too closely to the speaker, old vampiric voyeur habits dying hard.
Louis de Pointe du Lac | Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles
It was too bright here. Louis' eyes had always been sensitive to the light, and being able to walk in the sun was still too much for them, although he had advanced to wearing sunglasses with the curtains open during the day. Even at night the light rivalled that of a modern city like New York or San Francisco, and he found the glowing sidewalks to be more of a nuisance than a boon.
It was for this reason that he tried to limit his excursions on Aerilon, the most urban of the islands, and why he tried to avoid the more developed areas of Nidus. Eurus (bearable with sunglasses) was where he wandered tonight, haunting the opera house like Leroux's Fantôme, watching the people on the streets come and go, strolling the residential neighborhoods and glimpsing people through their windows, going about their businesses. Occasionally he stared too long at one mortal, or listened in on a conversation too closely to the speaker, old vampiric voyeur habits dying hard.