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Beautifully written 😍

““I thought to give this to…” Trelawny said. To me! Obviously. But Trelawny could not resist an oath—a manly oath under suppressed emotion. The outcome, as Hunt calculated, was inevitable…“Here,” he said, handing over the satchel. “Treat it like…” Trelawny sought the metaphor “…wings…from heaven.” Not well done. It would have to do.”
About the heart being passed around but not to wife

“He was Trelawny—a storyteller, a dreamer, yes, and a liar, who wished to share whatever showed him to be a wonder; the heart was proof that he had withstood the heat beyond all others and had alone returned to tell the tale. He had been where he most wanted to be, the place where life itself seemed to quicken, full of meaning.”

““Then let us set the world on fire,” Byron said angrily, ducking his head into the carriage. I nodded, overcome by emotion.”

“I remain entranced. You see into life and death. I am your…literary admirer.”

“But Tita, to my surprise, took an instant liking to me. It was again that dreadful book of mine. How it does seem to creep inside them all!”

“I am pleased to meet you. I am your Frankenstein!” “Like the doctor?” I asked, guessing at his confusion, having run into this problem before, but letting him sort it out for himself. “No, no, the creature, the outcast—I am the monster.” He thumped his chest. Astonishing! How many men see themselves reflected in that dark mirror? I would have to start keeping count.”

“He looked the very embodiment of Gothic terrors.”
About Tita Byron’s Italian footman and bodyguard

Genre:
Series
Novella
Gothic fiction
Feminist

Based on rumour that Lord Byron’s heart was kept in a drawer of M. Shelley’s desk after his death

Epistolary formatting- Mary Shelley’s diary pages
Feminist horror

“ when it burned, the skin along the face and legs, riddled by lime, blackened and cracked like parchment from an old book left unread for an age – a book of blasphemies to be put to the torch at last. The flames should have absolved us all – exchanging inevitable decay for nothing, releasing us, but, something would not give –“

Thank you for the ARC, im eager to start!