What if the Bride of Frankenstein escaped the fire to live her best life?
It's a perfect night for mystery and horror. The air itself is filled with monsters.
My first experiment was so lovely that we made her a Queen. Charming, don't you think?
Sometimes I have wondered whether life wouldn't be much more amusing if we were all devils, and no nonsense about angels and being good.
Frightened of thunder, fearful of the dark. And yet you have written a tale that sent my blood into icy creeps.
What do you expect? Such an audience needs something stronger than a pretty little love story. So why shouldn't I write of monsters?