The Art of Darkness

The Dead Travel Fast

August 30th, 2007 by Cobwebs

Here’s a new book on vampires written by the friend of a lady I know. She says it’s a good ‘un, and I trust her judgment on this type of thing. (She used to live near me, and part of her lovely Victorian house’s decor was a skeleton gazing out the octagonal attic window. She’s had some experience in this area.)

Amazon link here and author’s Website here.

I like the title, too, coming as it does from Stoker.

He said to the driver, “You are early tonight, my friend.”

The man stammered in reply, “The English Herr was in a hurry.”

To which the stranger replied, “That is why, I suppose, you wished him to go on to Bukovina. You cannot deceive me, my friend. I know too much, and my horses are swift.”

As he spoke he smiled,and the lamplight fell on a hard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivory. One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger’s “Lenore”.

“Denn die Todten reiten Schnell.” (“For the dead travel fast.”)

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