The official sequel to Bram Stoker's classic novel Dracula, written by his direct descendent and endorsed by the Stoker family. The story begins in 1912, twenty-five years after the events described in the original novel. Dr. Jack Seward, now a disgraced morphine addict, hunts vampires across Europe with the help of a mysterious benefactor. Meanwhile, Quincey Harker, the grown son of Jonathan and Mina, leaves law school to pursue a career in stage at London's famous Lyceum Theatre. The production of Dracula at the Lyceum, directed and produced by Bram Stoker, has recently lost its star. Luckily, Quincey knows how to contact the famed Hungarian actor Basarab, who agrees to take the lead role. Quincey soon discovers that the play features his parents and their former friends as characters, and seems to reveal much about the terrible secrets he's always suspected them of harbouring.
The writers were able to access Bram Stoker's hand-written notes and have included in their story characters and plot threads that had been excised by the publisher from the original printing over a century ago.Dracula is one of the most recognized fictional characters in the world, having spawned dozens of multi-media spin-offs. The Un-Dead is the first Dracula story to enjoy the full support of the Stoker estate since the original 1931 movie starring Bela Lugosi.
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Mina implored her Quincey, “Everything you need to know is in that letter. Everything Jonathan and I should have told you years ago, but were afraid to.”
“Everything you say is a lie!” Quincey was too furious for further niceties. “How do you know Bram Stoker?”
She seemed genuinely earnest in her confusion. Up until the day before, he would have taken his beloved mother at her word. Much had changed in a single day. “When I first read it, I thought it was a coincidence, but now. . .”
Quincey tossed the bright yellow-covered book toward his mother and studied her face as she read the title aloud.
“Dracula . . . by Bram Stoker.” Mina gasped. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled through the pages. She looked up at him, aghast. “Where did you get this?”
Her performance was better than any he had seen on the stage thus far. All his life he had loved her. Confided in her. Sided with her against his father. But now he realized that he hardly knew his own mother. [...]
“I swear to you. I know nothing of this book,” [Mina said.]
“I’m not surprised you’d say that. Stoker wrote the truth you so conveniently left out of your letter. He writes you had a ‘connection’ to that monster, Dracula. I fear Stoker put too polite a spin on it.”
“You are too bold!”