Dracula

Count Dracula sleeps in a lordly tomb in the vaults beneath his desolate castle. His stony eyes are open. His cheeks have the flush of life beneath their pallor. On his lips - a mocking sensuous smile and scarlet-fresh blood. He has been dead for centuries yet he may never die...</p> <p>Here begins the story of an evil ages old and forever new. It is the story of those who feed a diabolic craving into the veins of their victims into the men and women from whose blood they draw their only sustenance. It is a novel of peculiar power of hypnotic fascination. The reader is warned that he who enters Castle Dracula may not escape its baleful spell even when he closes this book