But the Count! Never did I imagine such wrath and fury, even to the demons of the pit. His eyes were positively blazing. The red light in them was lurid, as if the flames of hell fire blazed behind them. His face was deathly pale, and the lines of it were hard like drawn wires. The thick eyebrows that met over the nose now seemed like a heaving bar of white-hot metal.
Yep. Stoker was a helluva writer.
24 posted on 07/18/2011 7:44:59 AM PDT by Rudder
(The Main Stream Media is Our Enemy---get used to it.)