Angela Carter: The Kiss
The winters in Central Asia are piercing and bleak, while the sweating, foetid summers bring cholera, dysentery and mosquitoes, but, in April, the air caresses like the touch of the
The winters in Central Asia are piercing and bleak, while the sweating, foetid summers bring cholera, dysentery and mosquitoes, but, in April, the air caresses like the touch of the
A FEW YEARS AGO, no matter how many, I, Harcourt Blunt, was travelling with my friend Coventry Turnour, and it was on the steps of our hotel that I received
Mary Shelley’s short story “The Invisible Girl” tells the adventure of a traveler who, disoriented during a storm, finds refuge in a seemingly abandoned and ruined tower. Inside, he discovers a surprisingly cozy atmosphere and an enigmatic portrait of a young woman called “The Invisible Girl.” Intrigued by the place, the man asks a local woman for more information about it. The woman reveals a story of love, pain, and mystery, which connects a series of characters and explains the reason for such a peculiar construction. “The Invisible Girl” is a work in which the author of Frankenstein mixes the gothic with the romantic to deliver a tragic and moving story.
With despair—cold, sharp despair—buried deep in her heart like a wicked knife, Miss Meadows, in cap and gown and carrying a little baton, trod the cold corridors that led to
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the