…oh, I loved that red ring, big knuckle-duster costume jewelry that I wore when I read, yes, Dracula, the paperback copy that belonged to my sister, who helped me kid our half-believing cousin on summer vacation (the lake, the starry midnight sky) that, yes, vampires might really be actually real….I’d post the cover if I had it: a Signet paperback thick as a brick, with this gorgeous roaring skull in a kind of corroded black/buried-alive fuchsia; ah, I can’t do it justice.  But it’s so fondly remembered, and never more so than now as I work on my own homage, Planchette.  I don’t have the ring any more, either.  Sigh!