Jonathan Harker viaja a Transilvania para cerrar un negocio inmobiliario con un misterioso conde que acaba de comprar varias propiedades en Londres. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle dijo Though Bram Stoker did not invent vampires, and in fact based his Count on extensive research in European folklore, his novel elevated the nocturnal creature to iconic stature, spawning a genre of stories and movies that flourishes to this day.
As his chilling, suave monster stalks his prey from a crumbling castle in the Carpathian mountains of Transylvania to an insane asylum in England to the bedrooms of his swooning female victims, the drama is infused with an exquisite measure of sensuality and suspense.
Drcula is a classic of Gothic horror, an undying wellspring of modern mythology, and irresistible entertainment" Un inmortal vampiro deja los oscuros rincones de su castillo en Transilvania para emprender una macabra aventura en Inglaterra, dejando a su paso muerte, miedo y cambiando para siempre la vida de todos aquellos que se cruzan en su camino.
Una noche, la fiebre que le asalta casi a diario lo lleva a las puertas de la muerte. El origen de un monstruo. Lovers of vampire stories need look no further than this comprehensive three-volume anthology for a compilation of the very best in the genre.
The inescapable and terrifying Count Dracula leads the way, followed by some of the somber narrations that inspired Bram Stocker himself when writing his groundbreaking novel. Lord Byron, Charles Baudelaire, Guy de Maupassant, and Lovecraft are some of the masters of horror and the uncanny that contribute indispensable pieces to this collection.
Yo estaba de pie sobre la oscilante e No hace falta mencionar nombres. He guardado silencio durante todo este tiempo, y ahora puedo hablar sin miedo a herir a nadie. Esta antigua ciudad no evocaba demasiadas cosas para los viajeros de aquel entonces.
So numerous are instances, indeed, that the book cannot profess to exhaust a theme which might easily fill a dozen volumes; its purpose is simply t Opposite to me, across the road and standing under the only little clump of trees in the place was a tall, gaunt old woman, who kept looking at me intently.
As I sat, a little group, consisting of a man and two women, went by. I found my eyes follow them, for it seemed to me after they had passed me that the two women walked together and the man alone in front carrying on his shoulder a little black box—a coffin.
I shuddered as I thought, but a Stephen Norman of Norman stand had remained a bachelor until close on middle age, when the fact took hold of him that there was no immediate heir to his great estate.
Whereupon, with his wonted decision, he set about looking for a wife. He had been a close friend of his next neighbor, Squire Rowly, ever since their college days.
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