B.G. Hilton – Author – Page 27 – Steampunk, Frankenstein, Fantasy soap operas, Leonard Nimoy and More

Son of Frankenstein – 1939

You were hereafter to be hailed as the benefactors of your species, your names adored as belonging to brave men who encountered death for honour

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A

Did you know I knew how to play this? From which part of me did this knowledge reside? From this mind? From these hands? From

When I was a kid in the 1980s, I used to watch a show called ‘Great Mysteries of the World’. It was just a slight

This hour, when I momentarily expect my release, is the only happy one which I have enjoyed for several years. The forms of the beloved

I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself

“You must create a female for me with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being. This you alone

‘The picture I present to you is peaceful and human, and you must feel that you could deny it only in the wantonness of power

‘Remember, I am not recording the vision of a madman. The sun does not more certainly shine in the heavens than that which I now

‘It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.’