"Long did I weep for the girl who was slain, and longer still for the woman that Lady Amandine had been."

A manservant once in the employ of Lady Amandine Dartancours, the Wildwood could only watch as his mistress slowly descended into madness following a most tragic accident that left the lady horribly disfigured. When Amandine turned to dark rituals in a desperate attempt to restore her lost beauty, the sixty-five-year-old Ursandel could control his fear no longer and fled the family manor—an action for which he still harbors great guilt.