The Sacred Isle...All who dwelt in Avalon possessed the powers of the Old Ones. But only some were keepers of the Light. One among them had dared to call upon the Deep Magic, conjuring up a dark storm that boded ill for the people of Britain.

A magic cup from the East….enhanced by Druid spells of Deep Magic, it has been lost for almost a century. In the hands of a Keeper of the Light, the Lost Grail is dangerous. Controlled by one sworn to Darkness, the consequences of its use are unthinkable.

The vision came upon Owein suddenly: a delicate Roman beauty materializing out of the swirling whiteness of the snow. Her appearance near his ruined Celtic village made no sense, but when the trance left him, she remained, demanding that he use his Sight to help her find a stolen grail. The last thing he intended was to use his gifts for the good of his enemy, but there was something in the lass’s innocent beauty that would not let him turn away.