Nita Galforth wanted nothing more than to be happy with the man she loved. But any thoughts of a peaceful future would have to wait until she could forget the insidious thing that had been done to her in the past. Her memories were cloudy, but as she slept, horrifying nightmares crowded her mind. - images of fenzied natives writhing to the music of an anceint ceremony of a little girl stripped and tied to an altar, and of a huge kind cobra, its fangs dripping with venom poised to strike.