Dracula. The Kiss in the Black Church - Nicole Dutu

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Dracula. The Kiss in the Black Church is the english version of Cum l-am invins pe Dracula, the debut novel of Nicole Dutu.

This book is a combination of police intrigue and supernatural elements with a historical background, consisting of five different stories that follow Dracula's obsession for the woman he loves, an obsession that challenges space and time.

Only a Romanian who had traced Dracula's footsteps could write such a spectacular novel. - Remus Nica, Historian

As terrifying as it is impressive, exhilarating and melancholic. Refined torture, hellfire eroticism at its best. - Melania Macovei, Psychologist

An intricate novel made up of five stories build around the famous Dracula, winding over several centuries of complex and unpredictable history. Nicole Dutu masterfully combines a detective story with romance and supernatural elements, offering us a unique literary experience. - Dana Anghelescu, Publisher, Libris Editorial Publishing House

No other novel and no coffee have ever woken me up so swiftly. - Sergiu Miat, Investigative journalist, Cotidianul Newspaper

A fabulous journey through Romanian myth and history. The more I read this book, the more I love it. - Raymond Clarinard, Writer and journalist, Courrier International, France


Fragment din cartea "Dracula. The Kiss in the Black Church" de Nicole Dutu

"It was 50 minutes by train to Brasov, and I took a taxi from the station to the address Mr Poenaru had given me. I felt a wave of apprehension on reaching 50A Nicolae Titulescu St, the block where the Patria cinema was located. It was a four-floor block and entrance C, where the Poenarus lived, was accessed from the rear. I would soon see where Magdalena Poenaru had spent her childhood and possibly where she had been born. In any case, the place where she had spent a considerable part of her life. I climbed the stairs she had used so many times. I rang the doorbell, feeling uneasy. Her father answered the door.  The scene inside was more tragic than I had anticipated. Two devastated people, mourning their only child, had made their three-room apartment into a shrine to their daughter's memory. A large, framed photograph of Magdalena hung on the living room wall, surrounded with fresh chrysanthemums, and a number of candles were burning on a shelf beneath. The television screen was draped with a large black cloth. Also, I'd expected to find a wealthier sort of family, due to the speed with which Constantin Poenaru had obtained approval for the exhumation and the General Prosecutor's decision to open an investigation. Now I understood - Constantin Poenaru hadn't needed to use any influential connections to get his way. The authorities must have been moved by the agony of these two people at the sudden loss of their only child."