The Dark Isle has been a refuge for evil since time began in the world of Winatuke, and the most depraved and wicked of them all is the witch-queen, Mahara, who rules over the malignant kingdom of darkness.
Mahara has taken a captive, a prince of the Nimway people, and she plans to use him for the revenge that burns in her soul. By forcing her own daughter, Isadore, into marriage with Prince Gabriel, she hopes to gain the power she craves over the Nimway—especially her ex-lover and Isadore’s father, Raven.
Her scheme goes awry when love begins to grow between Isadore and Gabriel. Isadore realizes the only way to save Gabriel is for them to escape together, but at the last minute, that plan fails. Separated from Gabriel, Isadore is forced to continue to the Nimway kingdom of Valmora alone to seek help from her mother’s enemies.
Once Isadore gains their trust, Gabriel’s brother, Raphael, volunteers to travel to present-day Earth to get help. To save his brother, he must bring Raven back to the world of Winatuke, and ask him to risk his own life in the battle against Mahara’s evil forces.
It seems an impossible task. How can they ever defeat Mahara? With the evil forces she can summon at will, it seems Gabriel’s life will be forfeit. But Isadore refuses to allow that, risking her own life to save him. Forced to follow her heart, Isadore wonders if she can ever win her father’s trust or Gabriel’s love. She only knows she must defeat her mother’s evil vendetta for all time. No matter the consequences she must vanquish THE WITCH-QUEEN…
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"You think you can fool me,
Isadore, but you should know by now that is impossible." Mahara's eyes glowed
like two red hot coals of anger as she faced her daughter. "What were you doing
with my prisoner yesterday, that arrogant Nimway brat?"
"Nothing, Mother, I swear it.
I only wanted to see what the filthy Nimway looked like." Isadore could not
quite look her mother in the eyes. She bent her head to avoid facing her, and stared
at the floor. "I did talk to him just a little." She whispered her confession.
Mahara whirled around, her black
gown whispering and swirling around her as if it had a life of its own. She lifted
Isadore's chin with her long, thin finger so Isadore would have to look at her.
"And what did you two converse about? Be very careful that you tell me the
whole truth," she warned, "I shall know if you lie, or omit anything."
There was a nasty tone in her voice.
Isadore shook visibly in her fear.
She knew her mother's powers. There was reason to be afraid…very, very afraid. She
swallowed the lump in her throat. "We talked about my father."
Mahara's eyes grew black with rage.
"How could you talk with a child of my enemies about the very thing for which
I hate them?" She dug her fingers into Isadore's shoulders and shook her. "Why?
Why would you do such a thing?"
Isadore could barely look at her
mother so great was her fear. She didn't want Mahara to see this weakness in her.
Her words stumbled from her lips, "I...I wanted to know if...if..."