texts: You found nothing? </s> <s> Peasant rumours, superstitions about garlic, crosses, stakes in the hear, all that - how do you say again? Bull shit. But one of our kind? Not a whisper. </s> <s> No vampires in Transylvania? No Count Dracula?
labels: Fictions, my friend. The vulgar fictions of a demented Irishman... So we repaired to Paris...