An Englishman of noble birth, E d w a r d was a young man with fine attainments. He was a scholar. He was a poet. Musician of rare ability. So w h a t was wrong with him?
He had another face on the back of his head.
Hideous as a devil. No one else could hear what it said, but it whispered to Edward incessantly of things only spoken of in hell.
He tried to kill it. Many t i m e s in many w a y s.
But it wouldn’t die.
So what happened to him? H e w e n t m a d.