The Monster’s hand dropped. The hope in his eyes shattered into a million pieces of glass. He turned to the levers, the dials, the final switch.
Henry threw the final switch.
The Monster lumbered closer, his scarred face twisting into something that was almost a smile. He reached out a massive, trembling hand. "Friend," he grunted, his voice a gravelly plea. "Woman… friend." -www.scenetime.com-The.Bride.Of.Frankenstein.1935
The Jacob’s ladder crackled to life, a jagged river of pure energy leaping from the copper coils to the iron crown encircling her head. The room screamed with light. The Bride’s body arched off the table. Her bandages tightened, then loosened. The Monster’s hand dropped