Not all holy warriors are created equal. While some are forged of iron and grit, others are brought unto this mortal coil aloft the feathers of a dove. Mason has always been different from the other boys... their stares, lust and disdain for the paladin all but confirming it over the years. Mason was special. Dark brown hair, light sage eyes, petite feminine features...long velvet limbs...smooth as silk and a delight when stripped bare beneath the pale moon light. Full of youth and gallons of spunk...the pretty little morsel hasn't the faintest of ideas just how depraved their 'holy mission' is about to become. While most of the brunettes cohorts had been sent on divine passages... Mason had been sent to the Isle of Sin. Only time will tell whether a harbinger of the divine can survive the calling of their most carnal desires.