Herbert Lom grabs

I have no name, my mother didn’t bother to give me one, I am just known as The Phantom. The young ballerinas of the Opera christened me that, and, it just fit. No human name ever fits me, maybe that's because I’ve never looked human so I’ve never felt human. It's もっと見る than that though, I’ve never felt like a “Him” または a “Her” I feel like a “Them” I guess または an “It” but that’s too literal! A ghost must be mysterious and be able to disappear into the shadows of the darkness, into ambiguity. As them I am alone! I want to marry a beautiful woman to prove to others I am...

Paris, 1890, nine years after the events of 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Nine years in which all thoughts of Erik, the エンジェル who'd once haunted her 日 and night had been cast aside, discarded like a broken doll. Nine years in which poor, sixteen 年 old Christine had grown up, grown up into a women of high reputation, with a handsome young husband and prospects of a child.

So much can change in nine years.

Yet it only takes a little to be hurled back into the past.

Chapter One :

Paris is host to a number of fine hospitals, all which produce many a fine baby from many a fine mother. It is a particular...