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* '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 57]] | * '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 57]] | ||
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| − | Was she possessed by some kind of demon? The tension around the elaborate dinner table was unbearable. No one spoke. The only sound was the intermittent tinkle of a spoon or fork. Isabelle started when her grandmother harshly broke the silence. "There's a score to settle, child. It's up to you." "Yes, grandmother. Don t worry. I'll take care of everything, I promise," Isabelle said, staring mesmerized into her grandmothers eyes, pale and hard as diamonds. She had a mission to carry out. But if she were successful, it would destroy her.... | + | ==Book Description== |
| + | Was she possessed by some kind of demon? The tension around the elaborate dinner table was unbearable. No one spoke. The only sound was the intermittent tinkle of a spoon or fork. Isabelle started when her grandmother harshly broke the silence. "There's a score to settle, child. It's up to you." "Yes, grandmother. Don't worry. I'll take care of everything, I promise," Isabelle said, staring mesmerized into her grandmothers eyes, pale and hard as diamonds. She had a mission to carry out. But if she were successful, it would destroy her.... | ||
Latest revision as of 03:12, 18 May 2008
- Author: Denise Noel
- Publisher: Harlequin Mystique # 57
- Year: 1979
Book Description
Was she possessed by some kind of demon? The tension around the elaborate dinner table was unbearable. No one spoke. The only sound was the intermittent tinkle of a spoon or fork. Isabelle started when her grandmother harshly broke the silence. "There's a score to settle, child. It's up to you." "Yes, grandmother. Don't worry. I'll take care of everything, I promise," Isabelle said, staring mesmerized into her grandmothers eyes, pale and hard as diamonds. She had a mission to carry out. But if she were successful, it would destroy her....
