ȚEPEȘ is a dark historical war novel that follows Vlad Dracula’s rise from hostage and prince to ruthless ruler as he navigates Ottoman expansion, political betrayal, warfare, and the brutal struggle to defend Wallachia. What was the inspiration for the setup of your story?

It was a combination of a lifelong fascination with the myth and deep frustration with how modern pop culture treats it. I had loved Bram Stoker and the atmosphere of classic gothic darkness since childhood. Yet, sitting in a cinema watching another film adaptation, I realized that after a century of repetition, the “fanged monster” had lost all its sharpness and weight.

I refused to be just another passive critic complaining on social media about how it should have been done. I decided to act. I immersed myself in the study of the fifteenth century and the life of the real Vlad III. The deeper I probed into the archives, the clearer it became that the reality of his existence was incomparably more brutal and terrifying than any fictional myth.

Intertwining his fate with my writing became an obsession. I lived in isolation, researching and writing into the early hours of the morning to capture the raw atmosphere of Wallachia—a realm of despair, betrayal, and bloodshed trapped between two great powers. I wanted to forge a fast-paced, cinematic narrative grounded in uncompromising historical fidelity that would strip the real Vlad of pop-culture clichés.

You portray Vlad as a prince, hostage, strategist, ruler, lover, and eventually legend. Which aspect of his character was most important for you to explore?

This cannot be answered in a single word. The novel charts Vlad’s entire life and evolution so that the reader understands where his hatred for the enemy was born—that it was not merely a duty to defeat a foe, but a deeply personal feud.

We witness his formative years, from his childhood captivity under the Ottomans to his study of Western strategy under János Hunyadi in Buda. Without this trajectory, Vlad would appear as a flat superhero who materialized out of nowhere with full mastery. The reader must see the ordeal he endured to acquire this knowledge and how he later deployed it against the Ottoman Empire—whether as a feared warrior in the chaos of battle or as a cold strategist over maps.

At the same time, exploring his human anchor was vital. His relationship with the Ottoman girl Zeynep was not intended merely to satisfy the expectations of Stoker’s fans. Though she appears only briefly, she is essential to understanding Vlad’s inner world. She, alongside his most loyal companions, Dragan and Mircea, and his friendship with Stephen the Great, represents his sole connection to humanity. Without them, Dracula would be nothing more than an unfeeling machine of slaughter, devoid of emotion and conscience.

These aspects are linked into a single entity. It is an equation—remove any part, and the outcome falls apart. The final portrait is that of a brilliant, fanatical Voivode who sacrificed his own soul out of devotion to his land.

What research went into recreating fifteenth-century Wallachia and the political tensions between the Ottomans, Hungarians, and neighboring powers?

The research was painstaking and exhaustive. I refused to deviate from historical reality, spending months studying Vlad III before writing a single line.

It was meticulous work. I was surprised to discover that despite Dracula’s global renown through Stoker, historical records contain glaring gaps—for instance, the exact day and month of his birth and death remain unknown to this day. Where history fell silent, I had to employ my own creative vision to make the story even more profound. That is precisely why this book is classified as historical fiction rather than non-fiction.

My research extended far beyond Vlad himself. I conducted an in-depth study of his adversaries and allies—Sultans Murad II and Mehmed II, János Hunyadi, Matthias Corvinus, and many others. Understanding the geography and the shifting frontiers of the fifteenth-century Balkans was equally demanding. For months, I studied period maps, academic papers, and historical documents to plot the precise boundary changes year by year. I needed to understand exactly what Vlad was defending and where the Sultan was striking in any given year.

The result of this research was an immense chronological timeline that I had to reshape into a fluid narrative. My aim was not to write a dry textbook. My task was not merely to recount what Dracula did, but above all to reveal why he did it.

What do you hope readers understand about Vlad after finishing the novel that they might not have understood from the familiar Dracula legend?

In a single word: patriot. He was a man carved by his enemies, who turned himself into a rampart of Ottoman corpses. He and the whole of Wallachia—a beautiful yet impoverished realm perpetually torn apart by foreign rulers—stood against the overwhelming force of a finely tuned Ottoman military machine. Direct confrontation was impossible; it meant certain death. Yet Vlad did not flee, surrender, or bow to the Sultan. He wielded every strategic and physical skill at his disposal, and with a handful of loyal men, terrified one of the most powerful rulers on Earth so profoundly that the Sultan turned back, retreating home to Constantinople in disgrace with heavy losses.

What I want the reader to grasp is that the driving force behind this Wallachian Voivode was love. Not the romantic devotion depicted by Stoker—love for a woman—but an uncompromising love for his homeland. A love so fierce that he was willing to sacrifice his soul and his life to protect it.