Mir Ahadul Islam

There is a woman who knows exactly how Dracula died, and for years she told no one. He came to her when he had nowhere else left to go. Four centuries old, carrying more blood on his hands than any grave could hold, and a grief he had never once spoken aloud to another living soul. He didn't ask her for forgiveness. He asked her to listen. So she did, night after night, candle wax pooling on the table between them, while he gave her everything the myths never dared to get right.
What he told her is in this book. Not the fable, not the film, not the count in the cape. The man underneath it, and the reason he finally chose to stop existing. She has never said who she is. She has only ever said what she watched, right up until the last night he burned. Vlad Tepes, unburied at last, in his own words. Book one of the Draevena series. By the author of The Teeth Beneath and The Chef's Kiss.