Come, Lord Death, And Grant Me Life In Your Arms!

Such invocations sprang to Lady Tonia's lips when she beheld Sandor Matskella, the sworn agent of her eternal rest. Yet his raw masculine power instead roused her slumbering womanhood to the dawn of eternal joy!

Sandor Matskella looked upon Tonia Cavendish and saw many things: a woman not of his people; a woman promised to God; a woman condemned to die. But when he removed the executioner's mask from his face—and his soul—he knew that she was the fated bride of his heart!