Ah, how could I resist? A twisted little gothic tale, with more than the occasional nod to Dracula, that is largely set in Transylvania? In a half-ruined castle that contains some dark and deadly secrets, no less? This is catnip to me, the kind of book I'd happily read and reread over the course of years.
Did The Lost live up to my expectations? Largely, yes. It is set in the 1990s, shortly after the fall of the Iron Curtain, but before the Internet age had dawned, in a time when, presumably, someone might feasibly disappear into the wilds of Romania (today, even crumbling Carpathian castles probably have Wi-Fi). A half-Romanian, half-British teacher, Michael Feraru, sets off to Transylvania to reclaim his family's property, which was confiscated by the Communist authorities, and for which Feraru now has big plans. Feraru is a modern-day Jonathan Harker, in a way, not least in his passion for writing long and incredibly detailed diary entries and letters – but, unlike Harker, he has a large dark side lurking just beneath his mild-mannered exterior. In fact, in The Lost this Harker figure actually becomes a little like Count Dracula; discovering just how noble and important his family was in pre-WW2 Romania, he starts to adopt his proper title, Count Mihai Vlahuta, and sets off to stake his claim to his own Transylvanian castle.
The remote and (at the time of writing, at least) mysterious terrain of Transylvania is used to good effect here. Aycliffe does a great job of building both atmosphere and tension; the sense of dread and foreboding deepens with almost every page turned. It's also a fairly quick and easy read, the kind of thing you can charge through in an evening or two (even though, according to Goodreads, I actually started reading this in June!). My only gripe (and it's a slight one) is that the ending seemed a little anticlimactic, but the process of getting there was so much fun that I'm prepared to overlook that. I think I’ll be reading more from Mr Aycliffe...