"Do you really believe witchcraft is dead?" Keith Randolph never gave it a thought, one way or the other. He knew only that he was bewitched by lovely Gilda Pirelli, and that he had to marry her - and marry her he did. There was a subtle enchantment about Gilda - but it was enchantment born not out of love, but of the union of graveyards and ghouls. And as Keith's horrified awareness of his wife grew that first year, so grew her hatred for him - and for their infant son. No one new what Gilda was after. Power? Yes - but there was more to it than that. Both Keith and Chloris, the girl he should have married, soon realized that Gilda was a witch - an active practitioner of Black Magic, and that she wouldn't hesitate to use those practices to destroy anything and anyone that got in her way - including her own child...