5/28/2023 0 Comments City of Night by Dean KoontzYet still, on certain nights, without immediate cause, anger overcomes him. His pain and loneliness had taught him pity, whereafter he learned compassion. These many decades later, he had learned self-control. In his rages, he had killed, and savagely. That night, over two hundred years in the past, had set a theme of madness and violence that characterized Deucalion’s life for years thereafter. Like all utopians, he preferred obedience to independent thought. Unlike God, Victor Frankenstein saw no value in giving his creations free will. This was the first indication that he had been created as a slave. When he woke to the world, Deucalion had been shackled to a table. Having come to life in a thunderstorm, touched by some strange lightning that animated rather than incinerated, Deucalion had been born on a night of violence.Ī Bedlam symphony of his anguished cries, his maker’s shrieks of triumph, the burr and buzz and crackle of arcane machinery echoed off the cold stone walls of the laboratory in the old windmill.
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