When a shattered heart is pieced back together, will it learn how to love? When she meets him, someone whose fate mirrors her own, can her battered heart become whole again? Can they, mere puppets, ever find freedom and love of their own? For whom do the leaves of the black mandrake spread, and for whom do they weep...?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
