The blood which coursed through the veins of cousin Andre did more than run the natural errands of existence. That blood fed his hates, his pride, his wilful ego to the end of time and beyond. That same blood flushed a vivid red mark of shame on Andre's fair, young face. It was phenomenal - nothing like anyone had ever seen before - and the mark never faded from his handsome cheek. As usual, it had started over a woman...