Husband and wife discuss:
“What awaits us in Bucharest, anyway?”
“Not Bucharest.”
“No?”
“A village near the town of Brasov, in Transylvania.”
“Transyl. Good God.” I stared at him. If Roumania was a realm of dragons, then the province of Transylvania would be the creature’s lair: dark, mysterious, and potentially deadly. There was a reason why Bram Stoker chose it as the home of his ancient vampire — a novel that has given me nightmares even before I knew I was going there.
“It is actually quite a pleasant piece of countryside, Holmes insisted. “Mineral resources, rich agricultural valleys, the Carpathians for defense. A fascinating source of folkloric traditions and superstitions.”
“One assumes their farmers grow plenty of garlic.”
Castle Shade, Chapter Two
Kanlaon 
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