I am called Chapel . . .
For nearly six centuries I have roamed the night, a mortal man no
longer. Would that I could undo the past -- when I entered the sanctuary
of the Knights Templar to wrest from them the Holy Grail, only to
discover the chalice I raised to my lips was not the sacred relic but a
hellish cup of damnation. Now I shun the day and all things human,
driven by an ungodly thirst. And yet...
Never have I known a maiden the like of Prudence Ryland, whose beauty
and spirit awaken a heart I feared long cold and dead. But her young
life is slipping away, and she also seeks the deliverance of the Grail
-- unaware that the cost of her search could be her soul. I must help
Prudence, for in six hundred years, no other woman has stirred my
passions so. But dare I tender to my beloved that which she most desires
-- the sensuous "gift" of forever that is both rapture and a curse: my
immortal kiss?