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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I darted towards the spot from which the sound proceeded; but the devil eluded my grasp. Suddenly the broad disk of the moon arose and shone full upon his ghastly and distorted shape as he fled with more than mortal speed.
I pursued him; and for many months this has been my task. Guided by a slight clue I followed the windings of the Rhone, but vainly. The blue Mediterranean appeared; and, by a strange chance, I saw the fiend enter by night and hide himself in a vessel bound for the Black Sea. I took my passage in the same ship; but he escaped, I know not how.
Amidst the wilds of Tartary and Russia, although he still evaded me, I have ever followed in his track. Sometimes the peasants, scared by this horrid apparition, informed me of his path; sometimes he himself, who feared that if I lost all trace of him I should despair and die, left some mark to guide me. The snows descended on my head, and I saw the print of his huge step on the white plain. To you first entering on life, to whom care is new and agony unknown, how can you understand what I have felt and still feel? Cold, want, and fatigue were the least pains which I was destined to endure; I was cursed by some devil, and carried about with me my eternal hell; yet still a spirit of good followed and directed my steps; and, when I most murmured, would suddenly extricate me from seemingly insurmountable difficulties. Sometimes, when nature, overcome by hunger, sunk under the exhaustion, a repast was prepared for me in the desert that restored and inspirited me. The fare was, indeed, coarse, such as the peasants of the country are; but I will not doubt that it was set there by the spirits that I had invoked to aid me. Often, when all was dry, the heavens cloudless, and I was parched by thirst, a slight cloud would bedim the sky, shed the few drops that revived me, and vanish.
I followed, when I could, the courses of the rivers; but the daemon generally avoided these, as it was here that the population of the country chiefly collected. In other places human beings were seldom seen; and I generally subsisted on the wild animals that crossed my path. I had money with me, and gained the friendship of the villagers by distributing it; or I brought with me some food that I had killed, which, after taking a small part, I always presented to those who had provided me with fire and utensils for cooking.