"Superb fantasy tale of medieval revenge."

The place is France, the year is 1433. Seraphim d'Ange, only survivor of an attack on her family's castle by Lucifer de Morte, has taken on the mission of ridding the world of all five de Morte brothers. Garbed in armor, she's known as the Black Knight and only her squire knows the truth about her gender. Until they happen upon Dominique San Juste, who quickly figures out the Black Knight is a female -- a very desirable female. He won't betray her secret, indeed, will go with her to protect her. That is his mission. She's not aware, as he is, that the de Morte brothers are all true demons, that she just happened to kill the first two brothers in the only manner that will cause true death. They set out to kill the three remaining brothers and become more and more attracted to each other. But Seraphim doesn't know that Dominique has secrets of his own.

SERAPHIM is a fantastic tale of medieval revenge, with faeries, demons and magic. Seraphim is a heroine who doesn't wait to be taken care of -- she takes care of business. The bad guys are truly evil and Dominique is eye- candy with a little something extra. I enjoyed this book a lot. A great read.

Reviewed by Lory Martin
Posted April 15, 2004

Summary

Winter, 1433 -- and Joan d'Arc's ashes still glow with unsettled embers . . .

In a land where the battle between Good and Evil is always near, the Black Knight's silver sword fells enemies with silent grace. The Knight has sworn that fallen angel Lucifer de Morte and his cruel brotherhood will pay for the reign of terror wrought upon France -- and upon the d'Ange family where nearly all had died a terrible death. All but one . . .

Yet the Knight's hard-won battles and dented armor hide a larger secret. For "he" is actually Seraphim d'Ange. She is traveling to de Morte's demesnes, executing his demon henchmen along the way. Now, aided by Baldwin, a family retainer, and San Juste, a mysterious stranger who knows far too much about the puissance of both heaven and hell, Sera grows closer and closer to her final target.

Yet little does she know that there is at least one more aspect of power she herself holds . . .