The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein Review

“I would lie silent and still, like a corpse, as he studied me. His careful, delicate hands explored all the bones and tendons, the muscles and tracings of veins that make up a person. “But where is Elizabeth?” he would ask, his ear against my heart. “Which part makes you?” I had no answer, and neither did he.”
― Kiersten White, The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein

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