The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein

by Kiersten White

I was Guinevere to their Arthur and Lancelot,

“I have blood on my hands.

I sought to puncture heaven and instead discovered hell.”

If I knew I would get her back—even without a soul, with just her heart and mind—would I ask him to do it?

His crimes were pride and ambition, stepping beyond the boundaries God set for the world.

When I succeed—and I will succeed—then you will count yourself the most blessed creature on God’s earth, because you will no longer be subject to Him. I will step into that place. I will be your god, Elizabeth.

You say you created an abomination? You are one, Victor. You made a monster because that is all you are capable of being yourself. I

I was exactly who they wanted me to be. Who Victor’s father and mother had groomed me to be. Who Victor had created me to be. I was a prisoner.

He had never been able to feel things as deeply as he should; he had been raised in a home where everything was pretense and no one spoke the truth.

“Not being blameless is not the same as being guilty.”