The Dark Lord Of Villa Diodati
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The Wicked Lord shot his cousin at cards,
Mad Jack seduced half of Scotland,
And their heir came out twisted…
God’s little joke on the Byron line.
— Gabriel Ashworth*
You think you know me.
Big, bad Lord Byron: the limp, the scandals, the poetry so drenched in sin it should come with a warning label. The man who turned seduction into performance and heartbreak into art. Too many lovers, too many debts, too many headlines screaming “tragic genius” like it was praise. Died young in Greece, left a beautiful mess behind. The End.
Neat, isn’t it?
Almost insulting.
People adore a cautionary tale: write too much, burn too brightly, die young. If anyone had ever bothered to ask me, which they never did, because gossip is far more entertaining, I would have told them the real reason I never quite fit, never quite aged, and never actually died.
On Halloween night, 1815, at No. 13 Piccadilly Terrace, while London drank itself blind, I did something spectacularly stupid. I made a bargain with something far older and hungrier than my own worst impulses. Lilith gave me six months to find real love, the kind that ruins you properly. If I failed, my soul, my body, and every broken verse I would ever write would belong to her forever.
Guess who lost.
History kept the scandals, the women, the poems, the debts, and the convenient little tragedy of Greece. It took every ugly rumor, every sin and every mistake, then built a monster from the pieces and gave him my name. The truth is considerably worse.
This is my story.
Perhaps it’s time to tell you myself.
— Lord George Gordon Noel Byron
THE SAGA OPENS SEPTEMBER 27, 2026.
BOOK TWO ARRIVES OCTOBER 15, 2026.
BOOK THREE ARRIVES OCTOBER 31, 2026.
Author’s Note
Lord Byron was real.
His scandals, his family history, his poetry, his exile, his relationships, and his death in Missolonghi in 1824 all belong to history.
This novel does not attempt to rewrite that history as fact. It takes the known life of Lord Byron, and imagines what might have existed in the spaces history could never record.
Gabriel Ashworth is Byron’s fictional modern identity within this story, created for the supernatural timeline of The Cursed Poet.
The opening verse attributed to Gabriel Ashworth is an original work of fiction written by Cara Ravelli, inspired by Byron’s life, family history, and literary legacy. It is not a lost, recovered, or previously unpublished poem by Lord Byron.
Historical figures, places, dates, letters, events, and details appear throughout the novel, sometimes faithfully and sometimes adapted to serve the fictional story. Where history ends, the curse begins.
Cara Ravelli
