Joy A. (mamajoy) reviewed on 9/17/2007

The Sacred Isle
All who dwelt in Avalon possessed the power of the Old Ones. But only some were keepers of the Light. One among them had dared to call upon the Deep Magic, conjuring up a dark storm that boded ill for the people of Britannia.
Owein
The vision came upon him suddenly: a delicate Roman beauty materializing out of swirling whiteness of the snow. Her appearance near his ruined Celtic village made no sense, but when the trance left him, she remained, demanding that he use his Sight to help her find a stolen grail. The last thing he intended was to use his gifts for the good of his enemy, yet something told him this innocent lass had the power to touch him, to bring warmth where there had been only coldness, and to heal his wounded heart.

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