Here begins the story of an evil both ages old, and forever new. It is the story of those who instill a diabolic craving in their victims, 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.
“Those who cannot find their own reflection in Bram Stoker’s still-living creation are surely the undead .”
— New York Times Review of Books
“An exercise in masculine anxiety and nationalist paranoia, Stoker’s novel is filled with scenes that are staggeringly lurid and perverse…. The one in Highgate cemetery, where Arthur and Van Helsing drive a stake through the writhing body of the vampirised Lucy Westenra, is my favourite.”
— Sarah Waters, author of The Little Stranger
“It is splendid. No book since Mrs. Shelley’s Frankenstein or indeed any other at all has come near yours in originality, or terror.”
— Bram Stoker’s Mother