Death Arrives In a Time of Smallpox

The Beginning of the nightmare: I noticed a mirror on the wall. A black drape covered it. Strange. I was tempted to remove it, but that voice inside my head told me to hold back. But I was curious . . . Dark forces lure Victoria, an ordinary woman, back in time where she is no longer herself, but Mistress Dorian, a member of upper class Victorian society defined by her famed beauty. Feeling like I was losing my mind, I touched my face, and from what I remembered, it was quite the opposite of the one staring back at me in the mirror. All that I heard and screamed repeatedly in my head were the words spoken by the gentleman next to me, My wife, Dorian. How could I be someone's wife when last I remembered I was single? This would be interesting. Struggling to find her way home, Victoria assumes the identity of Mistress Dorian, the token perfect wife of a well-known doctor, who is bored and restless with rigid aristocratic life. Craving adventure at any cost, Dorian rebels. What Dorian doesn't count on is betrayal or the deadly ravages of the smallpox epidemic. As Death arrives, she must discover her inner strength to save herself and everyone she loves. If not, Death will win, and Victoria will never go home.