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What Comes To Your Mind When You Think Of The Word Transylvania, If You Ponder It At All? What Comes To My Mind Are Mountains Of Savage Beauty, Ancient Castles, Werewolves, And Witches - A Land Of Magical Obscurity. How, In Short, Am I To Believe I Will Still Be In Europe, On Entering Such A Realm? I Shall Let You Know If It's Europe Or Fairyland, When I Get There. First, Snagov - I Set Out Tomorrow.

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What Comes To Your

Elizabeth Kostova

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What Comes To Your Mind When You Think Of The Word Transylvania, If You Ponder It At All? What Comes To My Mind Are Mountains Of Savage Beauty, Ancient Castles, Werewolves, And Witches - A Land Of Magical Obscurity. How, In Short, Am I To Believe I Will Still Be In Europe, On Entering Such A Realm? I Shall Let You Know If It's Europe Or Fairyland, When I Get There. First, Snagov - I Set Out Tomorrow.

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