Chapters (69)
- Cover
- ALSO BY KIERSTEN WHITE
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Part One: How Can I Live Without Thee?
- Chapter One: To Be Weak Is Miserable
- Chapter Two: What Hath Night to Do with Sleep?
- Chapter Three: In Wandering Mazes Lost
- Chapter Four: Half Lost, I Seek
- Chapter Five: With Purpose to Explore or to Disturb
- Chapter Six: Round He Throws His Baleful Eyes
- Chapter Seven: I Sung of Chaos and Eternal Night
- Chapter Eight: Horror and Doubt Distract His Troubled Thoughts
- Chapter Nine: This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness Light
- Chapter Ten: To Lose Thee Were to Lose Myself
- Chapter Eleven: When from Sleep I First Awaked
- Part Two: What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine
- Chapter Twelve: At Once Indebted and Discharged
- Chapter Thirteen: That All This Good of Evil Shall Produce
- Chapter Fourteen: What Can We Suffer Worse?
- Chapter Fifteen: Love or Hate, to Me Alike
- Chapter Sixteen: So Farewell Hope
- Part Three: Long Is the Way and Hard, That Out of Hell Leads Up to Light
- Chapter Seventeen: Which Way Shall I Fly
- Chapter Eighteen: His Dark Materials to Create More Worlds
- Chapter Nineteen: Should God Create Another Eve
- Chapter Twenty: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of My Bone
- Chapter Twenty-one: Him Whom to Love Is to Obey
- Chapter Twenty-two: Hail Horrors, Hail Infernal World
- Chapter Twenty-three: So Shall the World Go on, to Good Malignant, to Bad Men Benign
- Chapter Twenty-four: And Study of Revenge, Immortal Hate
- Chapter Twenty-five: Did I Request Thee, Maker, from My Clay, to Mold Me Man?
- Chapter Twenty-six: Which Way Shall I Fly
- Chapter Twenty-seven: That Must Be Our Cure: To Be No More
- Epilogue: I Sung of Chaos and Eternal Night
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Excerpt from The Guinevere Deception
- About the Author
- TEACHER GUIDE, ARRANGED BY THEME
- Frankenstein
- Author’s Introduction
- Preface
- Chapter I
- Chapter II
- Chapter III
- Chapter IV
- Chapter V
- Chapter VI
- Chapter VII
- Chapter VIII
- Chapter IX
- Chapter X
- Chapter XI
- Chapter XII
- Chapter XIII
- Chapter XIV
- Chapter XV
- Chapter XVI
- Chapter XVII
- Chapter XVIII
- Chapter XIX
- Chapter XX
- Chapter XXI
- Chapter XXII
- Chapter XXIII
- Chapter XXIV
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“This reading had puzzled me extremely at first; but, by degrees, I discovered that he uttered many of the same sounds when he read as when he talked. I conjectured, therefore, that he found on the paper signs for speech which he understood, and I ardently longed to comprehend these also; but how was that possible, when I did not even understand the sounds for which they stood as signs? I improved, however, sensibly in this science, but not sufficiently to follow up any kind of conversation, although I applied my whole mind to the endeavour: for I easily perceived that, although I eagerly longed to discover myself to the cottagers, I ought not to make the attempt until I had first become master of their language; which knowledge might enable me to make them overlook the deformity of my figure; for with this also the contrast perpetually presented to my eyes had made me acquainted.
“I had admired the perfect forms of my cottagers—their grace, beauty, and delicate complexions: but how was I terrified when I viewed myself in a transparent pool! At first I started back, unable to believe that it was indeed I who was reflected in the mirror; and when I became fully convinced that I was in reality the monster that I am, I was filled with the bitterest sensations of despondence and mortification. Alas! I did not yet entirely know the fatal effects of this miserable deformity.
“As the sun became warmer, and the light of day longer, the snow vanished, and I beheld the bare trees and the black earth. From this time Felix was more employed; and the heart-moving indications of impending famine disappeared. Their food, as I afterwards found, was coarse, but it was wholesome; and they procured a sufficiency of it. Several new kinds of plants sprung up in the garden, which they dressed; and these signs of comfort increased daily as the season advanced.
“The old man, leaning on his son, walked each day at noon, when it did not rain, as I found it was called when the heavens poured forth its waters. This frequently took place; but a high wind quickly dried the earth, and the season became far more pleasant than it had been.