In the shadowy valleys of Transylvania, on the twelfth day of April, 1841, a dense fog rose from the earth like the breath of forgotten sepulchres, swallowing towers and forests in its icy embrace. Th…
Three anonymous volumes have arrived at the Municipal Library, their leather covers seeming to breathe under human touch. The librarian refused to catalog them after pages began turning on their own d…
Yesterday evening at Castle von Drachenblut abounded in astonishing masks and dances lasting until dawn. No guests were reported missing — this time. The Countess wore a gown the color of blood, and h…