I don’t know why I have a copy of Sword of Dracula. Well, OK, I know why I have it — it’s a black-and-white graphic novel about a squad of paramilitary vampire hunters trying to fight a blood-magic powered Dracula; this is precisely the sort of thing that I would own — but I have no real clue as to how I got it. Did it coalesce out of my library? Did I grab it on a whim? Did somebody loan it to me? Beats me, but it’s fun to read. Not least because there’s nothing nice about Dracula in it. Like, obviously.