The Curse of the White Rose

Blurb

As I stared hard into its eyes a sense of foreboding washed over me. Its dark gaze seemed to penetrate deep into my soul, sending a shiver down my spine. At that moment, I felt a primal fear as if it hungered for my blood and I froze.


The White Rose Explained:

By far, the most gorgeous white rose blooms nightly, from a plant diseased in a forested enclave,
Beware, the sorcerer’s mark upon its soul,
The bloom lasts but a night
Only to wither and die when the morning light embraces the dark...