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The Sleep of Reason
The Sleep of Reason
The Sleep of Reason
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A Movie Length Tale™ from Aisle Seat Books™.

A riveting prequel to the Dracula story. After his bride disappears on their European honeymoon, a man traces her to a castle ruin in the Carpathian mountains, and confronts its undead inhabitants, determined to restore her to life and bring her home. An apocalyptic war of Good versus Evil.

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Release dateApr 13, 2012
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    The Sleep of Reason - Lee A. Matthias

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    A Movie Length

    Classical Horror Tale

    For Readers

    13 and up.

    Written by

    Lee A. Matthias.

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    Lyme, New Hampshire

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    Copyright © 2012 Lee A. Matthias

    All rights reserved.

    ISBN-13: 978-1-935655-57-2

    ISBN-10: 1-935655-57-4

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2012930940

    Published by Aisle Seat Books, an imprint of

    GrayBooks LLC

    1 Main Street

    Lyme, New Hampshire 03768

    www.Tales2Film.com

    www.AisleSeatBooks.com

    Electronic Edition

    About Tales2Film™ and Aisle Seat Books™

    Read a good movie lately?

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    Classical Horror

    Ages 13 and up

    Theater lights dim.

    Fade in:

    El sueno de la razon produce monstruous

    The sleep of reason produces monsters

    —Francisco de Goya

    AMERICA—NEW ORLEANS—SPRING, 1862:

    Richard Renfield, a tall Englishman in his early 20s, travels aboard a riverboat in the deep south. As he looks at the approaching city, an off-screen narrator speaks:

    June twenty-fourth, eighteen-ninety-five. Therapist: Dr. Manfred Devorer. Subject: R.M. Renfield, age fifty-seven, Carfax Asylum resident these twenty-six years. Mr. Renfield’s case has grown curious. He’s begun to exhibit increased agitation, an air of anticipation, excitement. He claims he is ‘preparing for the arrival of his master’…

    The boat approaches the dock.

    I cannot help but wonder as to what or to whom he is referring. Since Mr. Renfield has not had contact with friends or family, nor has he been visited by anyone for at least two decades, I can only surmise that this ‘master’ to whom he refers is either someone from before his arrival at Carfax, or some internal friend…

    Ashore, the fall of New Orleans looms: Confederate troops rush about, preparing defenses.

    The few remaining records hint at a traumatic episode when he was a young solicitor on a business trip in America during the Southern Rebellion. Having spent a life of leisure filled with athletic contests and social puffery, upon his graduation from Cambridge and hiring by his father’s firm, he was sent out on the thinnest of pretexts in order to pull him up from amongst the idlers his father saw him frequenting.

    The elegant riverboat docks. As the passengers mass on deck, a crowd assembles to greet them.

    Aboard, Renfield, tall and vigorous, stands first in line.

    Ramp in place, he steps down and off.

    A compact man in his 30s steps up to meet him. Mr. Renfield? I am Fabian Valdemar. Your father’s office in London engaged me to be your guide while you are in New Orleans.

    They shake hands and walk toward a baggage collection area along the dock.

    Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Valdemar, Renfield replies. My father has spoken highly of your services to our firm in the past. I look forward to a fruitful stay here in your charming city.

    He picks out two bags. Valdemar takes them from him and turns to a cab-man who takes and loads them aboard his carriage.

    I’d prefer to walk if the hotel is not far, says Renfield.

    Of course, Monsieur Renfield. It is just a short distance. Shall I have the driver take your bags to the hotel?

    That would be appreciated.

    Renfield reaches for his money clip but Valdemar waves him off and pays instead.

    The cab moves off, and they proceed into the bustling city.

    Your journey downriver since arriving at Montreal was uneventful, I trust?

    It was…quiet. The river country was beautiful, but…empty. I hope the war has not disrupted things too much.

    It is not going well at present. There is fear that the Federal Navy will attack and seize the city.

    Do you think it will affect our plans?

    If anything, monsieur, it will improve things. War is good for business, I am sad to say.

    Amidst all the activity, they stroll on.

    >>

    They walk through the city, avoiding people, wagons, horses, and the inevitable heaps of manure.

    They approach a hotel, the St. Croix.

    >>

    In the lobby, they move to the reception desk.

    >>

    Entering a suite, they are shown his room by a bellman.

    Renfield opens a window and looks out as Valdemar pays the man at the door.

    Renfield turns to face Valdemar.

    Where would you like to dine this evening, monsieur? Valdemar asks him.

    Setting one bag on a stand, Renfield opens it. I’m fascinated by some of the tastes I’ve sampled in America, he replies. Select a place you’ve liked in the past.

    Oui, monsieur. Shall I come by at eight o’clock, then?

    That would be fine.

    THAT EVENING:

    Renfield and Valdemar sit at a table in the crowded dining room of an elegant and well-appointed restaurant.

    Near them, a large and commanding man in his 40s dines at a table with three men. He appears wealthy and powerful.

    The large man rises and walks, limping, out of the room.

    Renfield notices him and looks over to Valdemar.

    Gerard Dessalines, Valdemar tells him. One of the wealthiest men in New Orleans. His fortune was made through cotton exporting.

    Renfield nods, returning to his meal.

    One year ago, when the war began, Monsieur Dessalines became an officer for the Confederacy. Unfortunately, he was wounded at Manassas and had to retire from service. He has limped ever since.

    A gallant effort nonetheless, nods Renfield.

    After a moment, Dessalines returns, a look of anger on his face.

    Valdemar leans closer to speak quietly. Rumors say that he was shot running away in the face of a Federal charge.

    A woman in her early 20s enters. She is something to behold: soft and beautiful with a sunny demeanor. She is dressed neatly, if poorly.

    She approaches Dessalines and whispers

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