I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well. Bram Stoker boxcartcount share on social
It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight. Bram Stoker bodybreathcrumble Change image and share on social
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams. Bram Stoker blessbringdread Change image and share on social
Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead. Bram Stoker castlecountenter Change image and share on social
He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please. Bram Stoker bidenterhousehold Change image and share on social
A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century. Bram Stoker centurydayhabitable Change image and share on social
