WYNDSPELLE...SANCTUARY OR HOUSE OF SATAN?
The rocks tore Adria's bare feet as she climbed the forbidding crag to Wyndspelle. Only here would Adria find haven, safety from the Puritans ready to burn her as a witch. She opened the great door to shelter and life, and looked upon death. Wyndspelle's mistress lay upon a candlelit bier, cold and still. Adria could remain here, if she consented to become the new wife of the blind man with the scarred face and soul, the master of Wyndspelle.