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“What a fine fellow is Quincey! I believe in my heart of hearts that he suffered as much about Lucy’s death as any of us, but he bore himself through it like a moral Viking. If America can go on breeding men like that, she will be a power in the world indeed.”

Quote by Bram Stoker

Book:Dracula

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Dracula

Written by Bram Stoker, this novel is renowned for its suspenseful narrative and its influence on vampire fiction. more

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Bram Stoker
Bram Stoker

Bram Stoker, born on November 8, 1847 in Ireland, was a renowned novelist in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He is best known for his gothic novel 'Dracula,' published in 1897. more

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