She no longer knew who she was...

Was she still Fern Saxby, the young Victorian governess who had suddenly found herself heiress to Brackenroyd Hall -- on the condition she wed a man whom she both desired and dreaded?

Was she Annot Radley, a voluptuous farm girl at the time of the Regency, who was led by the master of Brackenroyd into a labyrinth of lust and betrayal?

Was she Catherine, the beautiful mute who was accused of witchcraft in Restoration England, and who turned for safety to the aristocratic gallant who had promised her his hand, and then mocked her love?

She did not know. She only knew that at Brackenroyd Hall she was a plaything of powers beyond her understand or control. Her body and soul had become part of a pattern of violence and vengeance woven over the centuries, which was now about to make itself finally and fearfully clear...