Mary Shelley 
Frankenstein 

»It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open . . .»
What you create can destroy you.
One freezing morning, a lone man wandering across the Arctic ice caps is rescued from starvation by a ship»s captain. That man is Victor Frankenstein and his story is one of ambition, murder and revenge. As a young scientist he pushed moral boundaries in order to cross the final scientific frontier and create life. But his unnatural creation is a monster stitched together from grave-robbed body parts who has no place in the world, and his life can only lead to tragedy.
Written when she was only nineteen, Shelley»s gothic tale is one of the greatest horror stories ever written.