I am called Chapel . . .
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 cup of damnation. Now I shun the day and all things human, driven by an ungodly thirst. And yet...
Never have I known a maiden the like of Prudence Ryland, whose beauty and spirit 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 sensuous "gift" of forever that is both rapture and a curse: my immortal kiss?
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1 . Great Read
Posted July 22, 2010 by Deb , DoverThe book is great as is the rest of the series... While there is a sad undertone to this book I highly recommend it..
2 . pretty good
Posted January 05, 2010 by luisa , sycamorei really liked this book, true it was a little sad but it conveyed a good message and was quite steamy with out being over the top. i say take a leap of faith on this book you may be suprised at how touching it is.
3 . Very sad.......
Posted December 08, 2008 by Cooper , HoustonIt was the saddest romance I have ever read. Granted the ending is predictable, but it was a sad journey. It lacked action and passion. There was romance, but not enough of the other two. All in all it was a sweet story told in a very Victorian era sort of way. If you have read Kresley Cole or J.R. Ward, this series is nothing like them. I think I'll pass.
June 27, 2006
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Excerpt from Be Mine Tonight by Kathryn Smith
"You talked Papa into buying a parcel of land because you believe the Holy Grail is hidden there?"
Prudence Ryland knew her sister would not understand. "Yes."
Caroline's pretty face was marred with concern beneath the brim of her riding hat. "Darling, isn't this clutching at straws?"
Perhaps Caroline understood better than Pru had first thought.
Squinting against the sun -- her foolish little cap did nothing to shield her eyes -- Pru set her jaw. "Perhaps."
They were riding back from the village, Caroline on a gray mare, Pru on a chestnut gelding. With the men out hunting and their sisters busy at needlework, Caroline and Pru had desperately needed something to pass the day -- something that required air and exercise. Anything else would have left Pru alone in her head -- something she tried to avoid these days.
The afternoon was warm -- too warm for a velvet riding habit, as pretty as her dark green one was. But Caro had wanted one last ride before her pregnancy denied her the exercise. Sweat trickled beneath the boning of Pru's corset, making her itch. She would try to scratch if she thought it would do any good. Instead, she clenched her jaw and urged her mount into a trot.