Angel of Desire
Prologue October 20th 1289 Midi-Pyrénées, France The moon shone bright against the solid backdrop of the night, a silent witness to the measures of the world. Like an all seeing eye, it never blinked, even as the tortured screams ceased to ring from the grand manor house upon the high hill. It never blinked, although it could not see within the mortared walls. It could only wait, patiently, while the screams began anew, laced now with terror. One shaky voice rose above the horrified cries,...