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Chapters (69)
  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY KIERSTEN WHITE
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Part One: How Can I Live Without Thee?
  6. Chapter One: To Be Weak Is Miserable
  7. Chapter Two: What Hath Night to Do with Sleep?
  8. Chapter Three: In Wandering Mazes Lost
  9. Chapter Four: Half Lost, I Seek
  10. Chapter Five: With Purpose to Explore or to Disturb
  11. Chapter Six: Round He Throws His Baleful Eyes
  12. Chapter Seven: I Sung of Chaos and Eternal Night
  13. Chapter Eight: Horror and Doubt Distract His Troubled Thoughts
  14. Chapter Nine: This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness Light
  15. Chapter Ten: To Lose Thee Were to Lose Myself
  16. Chapter Eleven: When from Sleep I First Awaked
  17. Part Two: What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine
  18. Chapter Twelve: At Once Indebted and Discharged
  19. Chapter Thirteen: That All This Good of Evil Shall Produce
  20. Chapter Fourteen: What Can We Suffer Worse?
  21. Chapter Fifteen: Love or Hate, to Me Alike
  22. Chapter Sixteen: So Farewell Hope
  23. Part Three: Long Is the Way and Hard, That Out of Hell Leads Up to Light
  24. Chapter Seventeen: Which Way Shall I Fly
  25. Chapter Eighteen: His Dark Materials to Create More Worlds
  26. Chapter Nineteen: Should God Create Another Eve
  27. Chapter Twenty: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of My Bone
  28. Chapter Twenty-one: Him Whom to Love Is to Obey
  29. Chapter Twenty-two: Hail Horrors, Hail Infernal World
  30. Chapter Twenty-three: So Shall the World Go on, to Good Malignant, to Bad Men Benign
  31. Chapter Twenty-four: And Study of Revenge, Immortal Hate
  32. Chapter Twenty-five: Did I Request Thee, Maker, from My Clay, to Mold Me Man?
  33. Chapter Twenty-six: Which Way Shall I Fly
  34. Chapter Twenty-seven: That Must Be Our Cure: To Be No More
  35. Epilogue: I Sung of Chaos and Eternal Night
  36. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  37. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  38. Excerpt from The Guinevere Deception
  39. About the Author
  40. TEACHER GUIDE, ARRANGED BY THEME
  41. Frankenstein
  42. Author’s Introduction
  43. Preface
  44. Chapter I
  45. Chapter II
  46. Chapter III
  47. Chapter IV
  48. Chapter V
  49. Chapter VI
  50. Chapter VII
  51. Chapter VIII
  52. Chapter IX
  53. Chapter X
  54. Chapter XI
  55. Chapter XII
  56. Chapter XIII
  57. Chapter XIV
  58. Chapter XV
  59. Chapter XVI
  60. Chapter XVII
  61. Chapter XVIII
  62. Chapter XIX
  63. Chapter XX
  64. Chapter XXI
  65. Chapter XXII
  66. Chapter XXIII
  67. Chapter XXIV
  68. About The Modern Library
  69. What’s next onyour reading list?

ELIZABETH LAVENZA”

GENEVA, May 18th, 17—

This letter revived in my memory what I had before forgotten, the threat of the fiend—“I will be with you on your wedding night!” Such was my sentence, and on that night would the daemon employ every art to destroy me, and tear me from the glimpse of happiness which promised partly to console my sufferings. On that night he had determined to consummate his crimes by my death. Well, be it so; a deadly struggle would then assuredly take place, in which if he were victorious I should be at peace, and his power over me be at an end. If he were vanquished I should be a free man. Alas! what freedom? such as the peasant enjoys when his family have been massacred before his eyes, his cottage burnt, his lands laid waste, and he is turned adrift, homeless, penniless, and alone, but free. Such would be my liberty except that in my Elizabeth I possessed a treasure; alas! balanced by those horrors of remorse and guilt which would pursue me until death.

Sweet and beloved Elizabeth! I read and re-read her letter and some softened feelings stole into my heart and dared to whisper paradisiacal dreams of love and joy; but the apple was already eaten, and the angel’s arm bared to drive me from all hope. Yet I would die to make her happy. If the monster executed his threat, death was inevitable; yet, again, I considered whether my marriage would hasten my fate. My destruction might indeed arrive a few months sooner; but if my torturer should suspect that I postponed it influenced by his menaces he would surely find other, and perhaps more dreadful, means of revenge. He had vowed to be with me on my wedding night, yet he did not consider that threat as binding him to peace in the meantime; for, as if to show me that he was not yet satiated with blood, he had murdered Clerval immediately after the enunciation of his threats. I resolved, therefore, that if my immediate union with my cousin would conduce either to hers or my father’s happiness, my adversary’s designs against my life should not retard it a single hour.