{"product_id":"the-dark-descent-of-elizabeth-frankenstein-isbn-9780525577966","title":"The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eAN NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA CHICAGO PUBLIC LIBRARY BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\"Inescapably compelling\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cb\u003e\"\u003c\/b\u003e —\u003cb\u003eVICTORIA SCHWAB,\u003c\/b\u003e #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Invisible Life of Addie Larue\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e\"A \u003cb\u003emasterful and monstrous\u003c\/b\u003e retelling.\" —\u003cb\u003eSTEPHANIE GARBER,\u003c\/b\u003e #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e and internationally bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eCaraval\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eLegendary\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA stunning and dark reimagining of \u003ci\u003eFrankenstein\u003c\/i\u003e told from the point-of-view of Elizabeth Lavenza, who is taken in by the Frankenstein family.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElizabeth Lavenza hasn't had a proper meal in weeks. Her thin arms are covered with bruises from her \"caregiver,\" and she is on the verge of being thrown into the streets . . . until she is brought to the home of Victor Frankenstein, an unsmiling, solitary boy who has everything—except a friend.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVictor is her escape from misery. Elizabeth does everything she can to make herself indispensable—and it works. She is taken in by the Frankenstein family and rewarded with a warm bed, delicious food, and dresses of the finest silk. Soon she and Victor are inseparable. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut her new life comes at a price. As the years pass, Elizabeth's survival depends on managing Victor's dangerous temper and entertaining his every whim, no matter how depraved. Behind her blue eyes and sweet smile lies the calculating heart of a girl determined to stay alive no matter the cost . . . as the world she knows is consumed by darkness. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e**Ebook exclusive: the full text of Mary Shelley's \u003ci\u003eFRANKENSTEIN\u003c\/i\u003e**\u003c\/b\u003e“If you read Mary Shelley's \u003ci\u003eFrankenstein\u003c\/i\u003e and thought the ladies in that were getting a bad deal, then this is the book you've been waiting for….White is unafraid to dig in the graveyard and piece together a creature of her own design out of old parts, and the resulting tale is\u003cb\u003e dark and chilling.” —NPR\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eExquisitely disturbing\u003c\/b\u003e. \u003ci\u003eThe Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein\u003c\/i\u003e is \u003cb\u003ea beautiful tapestry of horror\u003c\/b\u003e, sewn together with threads of madness, obsession, and murder. Kiersten White has written \u003cb\u003ea masterful and monstrous retelling\u003c\/b\u003e.\"—\u003cb\u003eSTEPHANIE GARBER\u003c\/b\u003e,\u003ci\u003e #1 New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e and internationally bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eCaraval \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eLegendary\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Visceral, sinister, and \u003cb\u003einescapably compelling\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein \u003c\/i\u003efeels at once reverent of its inspiration, and entirely new. White's skill is scalpel-sharp.\" —\u003cb\u003eVICTORIA SCHWAB, \u003c\/b\u003e#1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThis Savage Song\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"In the hands of \u003cb\u003emaster storyteller Kiersten White\u003c\/b\u003e, the bones of a familiar story are reconstructed to form an \u003cb\u003einventive, grotesque, and completely unexpected\u003c\/b\u003e reimagining of \u003ci\u003eFrankenstein\u003c\/i\u003e. \u003cb\u003eMary Shelley would be proud\u003c\/b\u003e.\"—\u003cb\u003eMACKENZI LEE\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eauthor of \u003ci\u003eThe Gentlemen's Guide to Vice and Virtue\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Kiersten White \u003cb\u003ehas breathed fresh life into a much-loved classic\u003c\/b\u003e. Even Mary Shelley herself would be \u003cb\u003eriveted\u003c\/b\u003e by the dark lengths Elizabeth Lavenza would go to in order to survive. A \u003cb\u003edark and lovely\u003c\/b\u003e midnight read.—\u003cb\u003eMEGAN SHEPHERD\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of The Madman's Daughter trilogy \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ \"Breathtaking.\"—\u003ci\u003ePW\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e★ \"This novel indeed descends to “dark and hellish” depths, but captivated readers will avidly plumb them in the company of the complicated and compelling Eliza­beth Frankenstein.\"—\u003ci\u003eHorn Book\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“In this\u003cb\u003e clever\u003c\/b\u003e retelling of Mary Shelley’s \u003ci\u003eFrankenstein\u003c\/i\u003e, White neatly undercuts the original by making Victor’s narrative wildly unreliable . . . this character-driven novel with a healthy amount of gore should appeal to horror fans, too.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “White adds emotional depth to a character who was passive in Shelley’s original. She highlights, with feminist sensitivity, Elizabeth’s total dependence as a woman of her time, playing whatever part is necessary to ensure her future. The novel continues \u003cb\u003ein the gothic tradition\u003c\/b\u003e of the source material, and the title speaks volumes about the darkness of tone and content. The language is often surprisingly lyrical with the narrative flowing smoothly despite frequent flashbacks. Twists and tweaks, especially toward the end, may take readers of Frankenstein by surprise, but will not spoil either book. Recommended for YA collections traveling on the dark side.”\u003ci\u003e—SLJ\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“An all-around win.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePRAISE FOR THE AND I DARKEN SERIES:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A dark and twisty fantasy. . . . Think Game of Thrones . . . but with teens.”—\u003ci\u003eSeventeen\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sinister, suspenseful, and unapologetically feminist.”—\u003ci\u003eBuzzfeed\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Will completely spin you into another time and place.”—\u003ci\u003eBustle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Takes no prisoners, offering up brutal, emotional historical fiction.”—NPR.org\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gleams with fierce, cunning characters—absolutely riveting.”—#1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Alexandra Bracken\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“As richly complex and glittering as the Ottoman Empire itself.” —Robin LaFevers\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Kiersten White is a genius.”—Justine Larbalestier, author of MY SISTER ROSA and LIAR\u003cb\u003eKiersten White\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Camelot Rising, And I Darken,  and Paranormalcy series and  many more novels. She is also the author of  the Sinister Summer series for middle grade readers. She lives with her  family near the ocean in San  Diego, which, in spite of its perfection,  spurs her to dream of faraway  places and even further-away times.\u003cp\u003eTo be weak is miserable\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Lightning clawed across the sky, tracing veins through the clouds and marking the pulse of the universe itself.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I sighed happily as rain slashed the carriage windows and thunder rumbled so loudly we could not even hear the wheels bump when the dirt lane met the cobblestones at the edge of Ingolstadt.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Justine trembled beside me like a newborn rabbit, burying her face in my shoulder. Another bolt lit our carriage with bright white clarity before rendering us temporarily deaf with a clap of thunder so loud the windows threatened to loosen.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “How can you laugh?” Justine asked. I had not realized I was laughing until that moment.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I stroked her dark hair where strands dangled free from her hat. Justine hated loud noises of any type: Slamming doors. Storms. Shouting. Especially shouting. But I had made certain she had endured none of that in the past two years. It was so odd that our separate origins--similar in cruelty, though differing in duration--had had such opposite outcomes. Justine was the most open and loving and genuinely good person I had ever known.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e And I was--\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Well. Not like her.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Did I ever tell you Victor and I used to climb out onto the roof of the house to watch lightning storms?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e She shook her head, not lifting it.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The way the lighting would play off the mountains, throwing them into sharp relief, as though we were watching the creation of the world itself. Or over the lake, so it looked like it was in both the sky and the water. We would be soaked by the end; it is a wonder neither of us caught our death.” I laughed again, remembering. My skin--fair like my hair--would turn the most violent shades of red from the cold. Victor, with his dark curls plastered to his sallow forehead, accentuating the shadows he always bore beneath his eyes, would look like death. What a pair we were!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “One night,” I continued, sensing Justine was calming, “lightning struck a tree on the grounds not ten body lengths from where we sat.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “That must have been terrifying!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “It was glorious.” I smiled, placing my hand flat against the cold glass, feeling the temperature beneath my lacy white gloves. “To me, it was the great and terrible power of nature. It was like seeing God.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Justine clucked disapprovingly, peeling herself from my side to give me a stern look. “Do not blaspheme.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I stuck my tongue out at her until she relented into a smile.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “What did Victor think of it?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Oh, he was horribly depressed for months afterward. I believe his exact phrasing was that he ‘languished in valleys of incomprehensible despair.’ ”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Justine’s smile grew, though with a puzzled edge. Her face was clearer than any of Victor’s texts. His books always required further knowledge and intense study, while Justine was an illuminated manuscript--beautiful and treasured and instantly understandable.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I reluctantly pulled the curtains closed on the carriage window, sealing us away from the storm for her comfort. She had not left the house at the lake since our last disastrous trip into Geneva had ended with her insane, bereft mother attacking us. This journey into Bavaria was taxing for her. “While I saw the destruction of the tree as nature’s beauty, Victor saw power--power to light up the night and banish darkness, power to end a centuries-old life in a single strike--that he cannot control or access. And nothing bothers Victor more than something he cannot control.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I wish I had known him better before he left for university.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I patted her hand--her brown leather gloves a gift Henry had given me--before squeezing her fingers. Those gloves were far softer and warmer than my own. But Victor preferred me in white. And I loved giving nice things to Justine. She had joined the household two years earlier, when she was seventeen and I was fifteen, and had been there only a couple of months before Victor left us. She did not really know him.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e No one did, except me. I liked it that way, but I wanted them to love each other as I loved them both.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Soon you will know Victor. We shall all of us--Victor and you and me--” I paused, my tongue traitorously trying to add Henry. That was not going to happen. “We will be reunited most joyfully, and then my heart will be complete.” My tone was cheery to mask the fear that underlay this entire endeavor.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I could not let Justine be worried. Her willingness to come as my chaperone was the only reason I had managed this trip. Judge Frankenstein had initially rejected my pleadings to check on Victor. I think he was relieved to have Victor gone, did not care when we had no word. Judge Frankenstein always said Victor would come home when he was ready, and I should not worry about it.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I did. Very much. Particularly after I found a list of expenses with my name at the top. He was auditing me--and soon, I had no doubt, he would determine that I was not worth holding on to. I had done too well, fixing Victor. He was out in the world, and I was obsolete to his father.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I would not let myself be cast out. Not after my years of hard work. 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