Victor Frankenstein deserves no pity for what he made of himself. Oh, perhaps he weathered the cruelties of existence worse than some; still his total retreat from the world remained a luxury verging on self-abuse. In twelve years spent shut up in his manor, eating away at…
Before he made a name for himself building men out of corpses, Victor Frankenstein studied alchemy. Twelve years after his greatest failure, a visit from a man who would dare the unthinkable forces Frankenstein to confront the limits of reason as the two of them embark on an experiment far madder than any Frankenstein has ever attempted before.
The Death of Victor Frankenstein is a gay and trans take on the Frankenstein story, inspired by horror movies of the 1930s.
It’s here! Yes, this is the Frankenstein story I’ve been promising. It’s 9k of repressed desires, magic, and mad science. The last sequence in particular I think is far and away the best thing I’ve ever written and has gotten a number of people to text me long strings of swearing.
