Barnes And Noble Phantom Of The Opera Novels & Stories

His shoulders rose slightly as if the sound affected him deeply, as if my voice touched him. When the last note faded, he exhaled—a soft, almost sensual release of breath. “She is mine.” The words hit me like a physical blow. Madame Elladine bowed deeply. “My Lord Morcant—” Lord Morcant. The patron. The masked phantom of The Blood Opera. The man whose name was spoken in fearful admiration throughout London’s underworld. He raised a hand, silencing her. His gaze pinned me in place. “Miss Wynn,” he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet over steel, “Welcome to my opera.”