When we first meet Renfield in Dracula, he is a tortured soul in decline, a fly-gobbling, Scripture-quoting lunatic who acts as a haunted harbinger of Dracula's arrival in England. At the novel's climax, readers discover that Renfield, under restraint in the asylum of Dr. John Seward, has been in psychic communication with Dracula all along, acting as his eyes and ears in expectation of unspeakable rewards.

Now, in an ingenious work of fiction, author Tim Lucas at last brings Renfield's own story to light. The Book of Renfield is a collection of the long-lost private diaries, professional journals, and wax-cylinder recordings that comprise Dr. Seward's obsessive study of Renfield. Featuring appearances by many of the characters from the original Dracula, Lucas's novel takes on the frighteningly realistic tone of a textual documentary as it illuminates the warped consciousness of Renfield and reveals, through a series of stories from his childhood, how this poor unfortunate was predisposed to become the ideal portal for evil.

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Daughter of the Vampire

January 7, 2007 (Nguyen Dinh Sinh / Translated by Van Minh) - About twenty years ago, after graduating from the provincial Teacher’s Training College, I went straight to Na Bon, one of the remote mountainous villages of the Thai Den (Black Thai) minority people at the foot of the Ngam Kha Pass, to open a primary class for local kids.

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My Kiss

I step out into the night, a lone and solitary figure.
Will you not hunt with me as you have so many times before?
Energy flows through the city tonight.
And I'll stand in the shadows while you reach for the stars.

Will you not take me with you as you have so many times before?
As you have done so many times before.
But I haven't the time to wait for you now.

For the hunger burns deep within me and it demands release.
I am a slave to its power, a lover to its kiss.

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Forever

Like a circle in the sand, my life is a cycle.
Birth, life, love, death, rebirth, life... love.

Oh, but how much sweeter it is the second time around.
But can I do it?
To slip from one man's arms to another's.

I am surely not made for such casual affairs.
Yet how can I deny what I feel, what I've felt you feel.

There's nothing casual in human emotion.
How can I deny the passion ripping through me, straight from my soul, when your lips claim mine.

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I Tried the Day

I tried the day
And it betrayed me,
So I retreated once more
Into the Night;
Wrapped in soft folds
Of velvet numbness.
Time is nothing to the Dark;
It only has meaning for the Light.
Time is a consequence of
Those who seek to control
The presence of light;
Darkness doesn't care.

Greyvamp
March 2, 2002

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Fronts

this illusion-
disastrous
this face-
just a mask
these eyes-
only windows
into my desolate,
dispirited soul.

Raevynn
March 31, 2002

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