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no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com( So, life sucks for Sonia... )
Anyway, she WAS about to go kill Dracula and save the world. But then something flashed, and now she's falling toward this mass of what looks like stone towers. And fog. It almost looks like a warped version of Dracula's castle (only somehow MORE sprawling), except there is NO forest.
She lands on a roof and peers around, squinting irritably through the fog and trying to fathom what sort of new trap she's stumbled into. I was SO CLOSE!
It's chilly, in a way that the Transylvanian winter never was- a chill that rakes into the soul. It's worse even than the feeling in the castle.
"What IS this?"
Anyway, she WAS about to go kill Dracula and save the world. But then something flashed, and now she's falling toward this mass of what looks like stone towers. And fog. It almost looks like a warped version of Dracula's castle (only somehow MORE sprawling), except there is NO forest.
She lands on a roof and peers around, squinting irritably through the fog and trying to fathom what sort of new trap she's stumbled into. I was SO CLOSE!
It's chilly, in a way that the Transylvanian winter never was- a chill that rakes into the soul. It's worse even than the feeling in the castle.
"What IS this?"
