Reproductive Fantasy is Burning :: Fire Novels Literature Fantasy Essays

Reproductive Fantasy is Burning Of fire, what can be written that would not be better off singed, immolated, baked, or straight-out burnt? Flame of the match lights a watch. Dancing embers of destruction hold back records, burn bodies and papers. Glistening radiance of torches light the way by the darkness of Victorian horror and fantasy. Fire is lively (it breathers, it takes in, it puts out, it moves, it grows, and it makes more) yet takes away brio (defined by the same characteristics.) Everywhere it is fire.Suddenly, away on our left I cut a faint flickering blue flame. The driver saw it at the same moment. He at once checked the horses, and, start to the ground, disappeared into the darkness. I did not know what to do, the less as the howling of the wolves grew closer. nevertheless while I wondered, the driver suddenly appeared again, and without a word took his seat, and we resumed our journey. I think I must have fallen asleep and unbroken dreaming of the inciden t, for it seemed to be repeated endlessly, and now looking back, it is like a sort of awful nightmare. Once the flame appeared so near the road, that purge in the darkness around us I could watch the drivers motions. He went rapidly to where the blue flame arose, it must have been very faint, for it did not seem to illumine the place around it at all, and gathering a few stones, formed them into some device. Once there appeared a conflicting optical effect. When he stood between me and the flame he did not embarrass it, for I could see its ghostly flicker all the same. This startled me, nevertheless as the effect was only momentary, I took it that my eyes deceived me straining through the darkness. Then for a time there were no blue flames, and we sped beforehand through the gloom, with the howling of the wolves around us, as though they were following in a moving circle. Deception from the eyes, hoarding of the light by the inspiration of a blue flame, repetition of unqualifi ed flickering fire. The undead Dracula is ferociously alive, in his metabolism, reproduction and movement. Making his rules and carving his possibilities for life, inasmuch as he has result to begin with, it is one which forms and informs its own possibility.