Lady Medusa

I worship the head crowned with a thousand serpents

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The Cost of a Rose; or, The Ordeal of Blood: A Romance of Astonishing Terror: Chapter Twelve

“Thou dost tremble: methinks, fear should dissolve thee into air.”

The Cost of a Rose; or The Ordeal of Blood: A Romance of Astonishing Terror: Chapter Ten

"Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me false to my nature? Rather say I play the man I am."

Blood to Drink: A Tale of Terror: Part Two

"Pharaoh himself could not have looked upon the children of Israel as they escaped him across the Red Sea with more bitter longing than the Vicomte de Castellane as he looked upon me."

The Cost of a Rose; or, The Ordeal of Blood: A Romance of Astonishing Terror: Chapter Nine

His voice was the sweet poison that overcomes all repulsion and makes the hearer favor his own destruction and forsake his own cause for the sake of that tongue.

Blood To Drink: A Tale of Terror: Part One

"My dreams were full of disordered visions – of guillotines, of crosses…and of gleaming, wolfish eyes in the forest, watching the passage of my carriage as I travelled ever deeper into darkness."

The Cost of a Rose; or The Ordeal of Blood: A Romance of Astonishing Terror: Chapter Eight

I know he scorns me–and I feel, I hate him– Yet there is in him that which makes me tremble!