Author: Bram Stoker

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  • IN: The Mystery of the Sea (1902) Novel, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: To win the mystery o' the sea, An' learn the secrets that there be, Gather in ane these weirds three: A gowden moon on a flowin' tide; An' Lammas floods for the spell to bide; An' a gowden mon wi death for his bride.
    FROM: Gaelic verse, (1902), Author, Ireland

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• Charlotte Mendelson (1)
  • IN: Almost English (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: We are in Translyvania and Translyvania is not England. Our ways are noy your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things.
    FROM: Dracula, (1897), Novel, Ireland
• Cynthia Leitich Smith (2)
  • IN: Diabolical (2012) Fiction, young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The Draculas were, says Arminius, a great and noble race, though now and again were scions who were held by their coevals to have had dealings with the Evil One. They leaned his secrets in the Scolomance, amongst the mountains over Lake Hermanstadt, where the devil claims the tenth scholar as his due.
    FROM: Dracula, (1897), Novel, Ireland
  • IN: Blessed (2011) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The dying man spoke, "Now God be thanked that all has not been in vain! See! The snow is not more stainless than her forehead! th curse has passed away!"
    FROM: Dracula, (1897), Novel, Ireland
• Cat Winters (1)
  • IN: The Cure for Dreaming (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: She was looking thin and pale and weak; but her eyes were pure.
    FROM: Dracula, (1897), Novel, Ireland
• Sharon Bolton (1)
  • IN: Like This, Forever (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the vil things in the world will have full sway?
    FROM: Dracula, (1897), Novel, Ireland
• Susan Rieger (1)
  • IN: The Divorce Papers (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: How these papers have been placed in sequence will be made manifest in the reading of them. All needless matters have been eliminated, so that a history... may stand forth as simple fact. There is throughout no statement of past things wherein memory may err, for all the records chosen are exactly contemporary, given from the standpoints and within the range of knowledge of those who made them.
    FROM: Dracula, (1897), Novel, Ireland
• Kim Newman (2)
  • IN: Anno Dracula (1992) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: ‘We Szekeleys have a right to be proud, for in our veins flows the blood of many brave races who fought as the lion fights, for lordship. Here, in the whirlpool of European races, the Ugric tribe bore down from Iceland and the fighting spirit which Thor and Wodin gave them, which their Berserkers displayed to such fell intent on the seaboards of Europe, ay, and of Asia and Africa too, till the peoples thought that the were-wolves themselves had come. Here, too, when they came, they fought the Huns, whose warlike fury had swept the earth like a living flame, till the dying peoples held that in their veins ran the blood of those old witches, who, expelled from Scythia had mated with the devils in the desert. Fools, fools! What devil or what witch was ever so great as Attila, whose blood is in these veins? Is it a wonder that we were a conquering race; that we were proud; that when the Magyar, the Lombard, the Avar, the Bulgar, or the Turk poured his thousands on our frontiers, we drove them back? Is it strange that when Arpad and his legions swept through the Hungarian fatherland, he found us here when he reached the frontier? And when the Hungarian flood swept eastward, the Szekeleys were claimed as kindred by the victorious Magyars, and to us for centuries was trusted the guarding of the frontier of Turkey-land; ay and more than that, endless duty of the frontier guard, for, as the Turks say, “water sleeps, and enemy is sleepless”. Who more gladly than we throughout the Four Nations received the “bloody sword”, or at its warlike call flocked quicker to the standard of the King? When was redeemed that great shame of my nation, the shame of Cassova, when the flags of the Wallach and the Magyar went down beneath the Crescent, who was it but one of my own race who as Voivode crossed the Danube and beat the Turk on his own ground? This was a Dracula indeed! Woe was it that his own unworthy brother, when he had fallen, sold his people to the Turk and brought the shame of slavery upon them!... Again, when, after the battle of Mohacs, we threw off the Hungarian yoke, we of the Dracula blood were amongst their leaders, for our spirit would not brook that we were not free. Ah, young sir, the Szekeleys – and the Dracula as their heart’s blood, their brains and their swords – can boast a record that mushroom growths like the Hapsburgs and the Romanoffs can never reach. The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonourable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told.’
    FROM: Count Dracula, (1897), Novel, Ireland