Though we were in shelter, we could hear the rising wind, for it moaned and whistled through the rocks, and the branches of the trees crashed together as we swept along. It grew colder and colder still, and fine, powdery snow began to fall, so that soon we and all around us were covered with a white blanket
Bram StokerAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: irish
- Born: November 8, 1847
- Died: April 20, 1912
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