Ardith Stewart had come to Wyndmoor Manor seeking a cure from the sinister ailment racking her body. Instead, she found a curse ravenous for her soul. From the moment she recognized this forbidding edifice as the grim mansion seen in her nightmares . . . and the moment she saw the portrait of a woman slain as a witch and realized that face was her very own . . . Ardith knew that to have come here was folly, to stay here was damnation, and to escape was impossible.