Extraits

Enchantments and dreams: I suspect they are made of the same stuff. They each beguile the mind and confuse the senses with wonder and strangeness so all that was familiar becomes freakish, and the most bizarre of things intimate and natural. For the longest time after the curse fell, I did not know if I was a beast who dreamed of being a man, or a man who dreamed he was a beast.

I am neither a monster nor man- yet I am both.

I am the Beast.

I know why I was cursed;

I know the legacy of evil I carry in my tainted blood- so how could she ever love me?

My Isabeau. She openened my eyes, my mind and my heart when i was struggling just to be human.

And now I might lose her forever.