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Dracula!

Someone has come up with a very good idea.

Dracula Feed is a blog where the "author" is posting the contents of Bram Stoker's Dracula in "real time". The book was written as a series of letters and diary entries, so each entry will be published to the blog on the day it's set.

I've subscribed to the RSS Feed, and am looking forward to reading the book as it goes.

Edit: LJ feed is here.

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merinnan
May. 5th, 2009 12:06 pm (UTC)
Oooh, cool. There was an LJ comm that did that a couple of years ago, and that was heaps fun to read. I'll have to sub to this one to do it again.
motokomaharet
May. 5th, 2009 11:15 pm (UTC)
How do I get it to RSS feed onto lj for me? Can't see a link...

*hugs*
halloranelder
May. 6th, 2009 12:20 am (UTC)
persephone_20
May. 6th, 2009 02:32 am (UTC)
My friend loves Dracula. I'm just going to link this post to him. Damned good idea!
armageddonriver
May. 6th, 2009 05:52 am (UTC)
Damned good idea!

*snort*

Very cool, yes. The things we can do with new media... Thanks for linking me :)
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And in the flames
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This desert flower
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I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

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I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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