Frankenstein, Mary Shelley 1818 edition
(with French toast, syrup and tea as brunch)
Lady Macbeth seizing the Daggers, Henry Fuseli, Taté Britain
The idea for this post was inspired by a recent post from @quilloftheclouds . Here are a few moments from an earlier draft of my story, some of which stayed in and were better fleshed out, and some which did not make the cut.
Raziel gazed upon the mortal who stood before him, taking in their appearance. A priest, though one who did not appear easily phased by his presence. “Most humans bow or show reverence upon confronting me.” The mortal looked him square in the eyes before responding.
“Most angels do not lurk in the trees and glower when confronted.”
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Azreith felt heated when she noticed the presence of a fallen angel. “I would see you burn in the bowels of hell before I would suffer you standing upon the earth once more.”
He looked offended as he sheepishly met her gaze, before looking away with uncertainty. “First off, yes you banished me and yes you cut my wings off. However, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was not taking part in that war. I was grouped in with a bunch of rebels who I didn’t even know.” He raised his eyes to hers once more. “And have you even seen hell? It is not the pit of torment you seem to relish imagining for everyone else.”
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“What are we to do?” Michael stood before the map, looking over various pieces he had strategically placed. “The wolves beset our door; the darkness eats away at the foundation of our home.”
“Darling, we have weathered far worse. Heaven will survive this decay, and you will make it right. You always do.” She placed a hand upon his forearm, her voice soft to soothe him.
A sigh followed by silence. “Yes, I guess you are right. I should not let them get into my head so often. Azreith, come. I have something that requires your skills if we are to be successful.
“Forgive his gruff tone, dear. Michael has a lot resting upon his shoulders these days.”
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“We are quite alone…” Azreith stated coldly. It was not that she disliked him in any way. Quite the contrary, he had been nothing but extremely helpful over the centuries to her. Her cold manner was more brought on by the fact that he most likely brought more bad news.
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Demon Artist - Death and Rebirth of the Unicorn
Got together all of my more ancient and powerful cast members from my WIP series Enrapturement for this fun little photo!
Left to right: Viralos, Aeron, Morrigan, Gwyn