140 years ago he began to kill, rising from the caverns beneath the city to claim his victims. Every 20 years he must kill...to live.
I have looked into the face of God and seen my face reflected there. What's your reflection?
Jack's past is about to catch up with him.
Honest desire leads brave witchery
She Thought She Was Alone
Lust never dies.
In the desert, no one can escape the heat.
Words seduce, passion kills.
Science and faith will clash in the middle of the sea.