Some men make deals with God. Byron made his with something worse and wrote about it like he enjoyed it.

This is the dark Byron. The one who climbed a mountain and screamed at spirits instead of praying. The one who wrote a man cursed by his own guilt, haunted by something he won’t name, refusing redemption because he’d rather suffer on his own terms than be forgiven on someone else’s. Gothic before gothic was a genre. Possessed before possession was an aesthetic.

If the last volume made you swoon, this one’s going to make you nervous. Good.

Curated and introduced by G. Ashworth.

He’s not exaggerating about the spirits part.