Sometimes, indeed, he left marks in writing on the barks of the trees, or cut in stone, that guided me and instigated my fury. "My reign is not yet over" (these words were legible in one of these inscriptions); "you live, and my power is complete. Fellow me; I seek the everlasting ices of the north, where you will feel the misery of cold and frost to which I am impassive."

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein