Unique Elements Detailed 19th Century Historical Timeline Explore the wonders of this unforgettable classic and take a memorable step back in time! Synopsis: The Snake’s Pass by Irish author Bram Stoker, first published in 1890, is gothic horror at its finest. A storm forces young Englishman Arthur Severn, who is on vacation in the west of Ireland, to halt for the night in a strange town, where he learns about the myth of "The Snake's Pass." According to legend, St. Patrick fought the King of the Snakes in the distant past and discovered his gold and jewel-encrusted crown there. However, the town is not just haunted by myth. The figure of Black Murdock, a demonic moneylender searching for a buried treasure while using the locals to further his wicked agendas, hovers over the community. The bog, depicted as a dreadful "carpet of death," is much more terrifying than Murdock since it will consume anything and everyone in its path. To get the wealth, Arthur and his companion Dick will endure the perils of the swamp, but Murdock's evil schemes will have a fatal outcome! Excerpt: ‘The grandeur of that storm was something to remember. The lightning came in brilliant sheets that seemed to cleave the sky, and threw weird lights amongst the hills, now strange with black sweeping shadows. The thunder broke with startling violence right over our heads, and flapped and buffeted from hillside to hillside, rolling and reverberating away into the distance, its farther voices being lost in the crash of each succeeding peal. On we went, through the driving storm, faster and faster; but the storm abated not a jot. Andy was too much occupied with his work to speak, and as for me it took all my time to keep on the rocking and swaying car, and to hold my hat and mackintosh so as to shield myself, as well as I could, from the pelting storm. Andy seemed to be above all considerations of personal comfort. He turned up his coat collar, that was all; and soon he was as shiny as my own waterproof rug. Indeed, altogether, he seemed quite as well off as I was, or even better, for we were both as wet as we could be, and whilst I was painfully endeavouring to keep off the rain he was free from all responsibility and anxiety of endeavour whatever.’