For nearly six centuries I have roamed the night, a mortal man no longer. Would that I could undo the past- when I entered the sanctuary of the Knights Templar to wrest from them the Holy Grail, only to discover the chalice I raised to my lips was not the sacred relic but a hellish cip of damnation. Now I shun the day and all things human, driven by un ungodly thirst. And yet...
Never have I known a maiden the like of Pridence Ryland, whose beauty and sprit awaken a heart I feared long cold and dead. But her young life is slipping away, and she also seeks the deliverance of the Grail- unaware that the cost of her search could be her soul. I must help Prudence, for in six hundred years, no other woman has stirred my passions so. But dare I tender to my beloved that which she most desires- the sensous "gift" of forever thar is both rapture and a curse: my immortal kiss?
Never have I known a maiden the like of Pridence Ryland, whose beauty and sprit awaken a heart I feared long cold and dead. But her young life is slipping away, and she also seeks the deliverance of the Grail- unaware that the cost of her search could be her soul. I must help Prudence, for in six hundred years, no other woman has stirred my passions so. But dare I tender to my beloved that which she most desires- the sensous "gift" of forever thar is both rapture and a curse: my immortal kiss?
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