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 Autumn My dearest Margrijt, I feel as if I have come full circle. Again there is a lad sitting on my knees. And even though he is not mine, I feel, I bear a part in his existence, in, by … Continue reading →

 6 November Dearest Margrijt, never has a wait seemed longer and too short at one and the same time. I wish the hour was upon me or an eternal span away. How much waiting takes out of us. We are … Continue reading →

 5 November My dearest Margrijt, I wrote a memo to John Seward in case we do not meet again, but only to you who knows my deepest chasms can I write the truth. We arrived at the castle today, and … Continue reading →

 4 November My dearest Margrijt, Mrs. Harker seems to change for the worse the nearer we approach his castle. She sleeps as if in a stupor, her colour is rising; under the circumstances I cannot view this as anything but … Continue reading →

 1 November My dearest, I am cold, wet and weary to the bone. Do I just feel my age or is there something more sinister in this foreign air? I dream strange dreams. Sometimes of you and Maarten, sometimes of … Continue reading →

11 October Dearest Margrijt, It seems indeed that history repeats itself. Mrs. Harker, long-sighted woman that she is, elicited a promise from us today. I have long since sworn to do everything in my power to save her life. Tonight … Continue reading →

 3 October My dearest, I have looked into the eyes of the devil, and he leaves me trembling with fear. When he came through the door I could not move, but let John and Harker trap him inside. His voice … Continue reading →

29 September My dearest Margrijt, Will it never end? Do not I have more reason than most to fear the devilish machinations of the undead? To mistrust their siren call and see through their false promises? All of the above, … Continue reading →

 7 September, sundown My dearest Margrijt, Alas, everything looks as though my premonition was correct. Had you but seen her, you would know. She had about her that same … I will not, I cannot go through it again. I … Continue reading →

2 September Dearest Margrijt, I have received a telegram today that makes my heart tremble with fear. John Seward is begging me to come to London to attend to a young friend of his, one Lucy Westenra. I am in … Continue reading →