Winter Evil

The ring of power was gold, heavily made. Wide and thick, the entire surface was carved with symbols and set with diamonds. The ring was far from beautiful, but it exuded power…and an aura of something else that Jennifer could not name. She tugged at it, trying to pull it from her finger—and pain took her breath away. She tried again, but the ring seemed to have almost become part of her flesh; it could not be removed. She stared at it in horror, conscious of the generations of evil power that it represented…and aware that she was an imposter in this house, and with this name. Why wouldn't they believe her? A Magnum Bestseller Gothic.