Everyone trembled at the mere mention of the name of Anne of the Isles. The blood of Joel Braz the warlock ran in her veins. She was a priestess and a sorceress. Woe betide any man whose path crossed hers!...The White Lady of the Marshes had avenged herself cruelly against the incredulous, they were well-advised never to entrust their boats to the current of the Oust once the north star had risen over the black trees of the Foret-Neuve...Anne of the Isles, last priestess of the Celtic Gods...The vengeful White Lady of the Marshes...The last fairies of mythical Lyonesse...Only Paul Feval, the author of Vampire City and Revenants could paint the epic Gothic fantasies of mist-shrouded, storm-beaten Ancient Brittany with so much color and flamboyance.