“No one can conceive the anguish I suffered during the remainder of the night, which I spent, cold and wet, in the open air. But I did not feel the inconvenience of the weather; my imagination was busy in scenes of evil and despair. I considered the being whom I had cast among mankind, and endowed with the will and power to effect purposes of horror, such as the deed which he had now done, nearly in the light of my own vampire, my own spirit let loose from the grave, and forced to destroy all that was dear to me.”

 – Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley



“It was the kind of kiss that never happened in fairytales. This wasn’t the meeting of lips that woke princesses from a sleep of a hundred years. It wouldn’t break enchantments or seduce dark knights from their unholy destinies.It was the kind of kiss a man might give a princess whose enchantment had been shattered years in the past, a woman who was struggling to understand a world without ensorcellment. His fingers against her cheek acknowledged her deepest hurts, and that made his kiss the subtlest kind of magic.”

–  A Kiss for Midwinter (The Brothers Sinister) by Courtney Milan