I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair. They were a hundred times more terrible in the grim silence which held them than ever when they howled. For myself, I felt a sort of paralysis of fear. It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
first time following dracula daily is so fucking funny because every day i wake up to a new email and i’m like “oh great, wonder how my good friend jonathan harker is doing?” and i open it and jonathan harker is sweating bullets in his room as he writes in his diary shit like “today dracula’s head spun 360 degrees so i gave him a thumbs up. i fear this is my last entry and i am inconsolable”
I made this last year when reading Dracula Daily, but I was too much of a coward to post it. Now I am no longer held back by earthly matters such as "reputation".
This is the original text from the book, but wildly misinterpreted. enjoy