Saara turned, and her green eyes widened. "You" she whispered, half to herself. "Dark boy. Damiano!" One hand, small, pink and slender, made a circling gesture. And the lute player knew her as well: Saara of the Saami, barefoot girl who was the greatest witch in all the Italies. Damiano knew her powers as well, having hoth suffered them and stolen them. But now all the strength was hers and he had none at all. Damiano felt himself step closer to the witch, though he did not know how he did it, not having a body with which to step. "I knew you would come at last, Dami" said Saara softly. "Part of your soul is waiting here." He reached out one doomed, immaterial hand. "Saara," he whispered. "Pikku Saara. You should not be so beautiful.
"I found Damiano's Lute very absorbing. The author's ability to bring to vivid life the general background of this period of history, and yet interweave it with the type of fantasy which was actually accepted in that day of positive faith is truly amazing. I really found this book to be more compelling than the first. The scenes of the Black Death dreadful as they were, come through as if taken from eyewitness accounts." -Andre Norton
2nd in allegorical fantasy series.
Shattered by the demonic fury of his dark powers, Damiano Delstrego has forsaken his magical heritage to live as a mortal man. Accompanied only by the guidance of the Archangel Raphael, the chidings of a brash young rogue, and the memory of a beautiful pagan witch, Damiano journeys across a plague-ridden French countryside in search of peace.
But the Father of Lies reaches out once again to grasp him. And to avert the hellish destiny awaiting, Damiano must challenge the greatest forces of darkness, armed only with the power of his love and the music of his lute.