The Book of the Beast

Quatrième de couverture

It was created on the fifth day of the Earth; scaled not feathered- the Beast.

From the most ancient of days, passed through the seed of generations, still it preys on the unlucky, the unwary and the unchaste. Its appetite is ravenous and eternal.

Tanith Lee weaves a chilling tale of horror through the streets of Paradys: from the times when the Legions ruled the Empire, and Centurion Retullus Vusca hoped to change his luck... to the wedding of an innocent maid who hoped to win the affection of a cold, but handsome lord, unaware of the consequences of her seduction... to a scholar, wise in the ways of magic, who was determined to end the terror... And all the while there were cries in the night, and blood on the stones in the morning.