Scarcely knowing where he was, or what to believe, for a few moments Verezzi stood bewildered, and unable to arrange the confusion of ideas which floated in his brain, and assailed his terror-struck imagination. He knew not what to believe --what phantom it could be that, in the shape of Zastrozzi, blasted his straining eye-balls--Could it really be Zastrozzi? Could his most rancorous, his bitterest enemy, be thus beloved, thus confided in, by the perfidious Matilda?
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This is a rather bizarre gothic novel, written by Shelley in his teenage years at school. It jumps to the chase as it were, beginning in medias res without any of the 'tedious' build up to the highly ... Read full review