Placeholder: [colour illustration for Sorceress (1982)] Leigh Harris as the dark Lady of Whispers sits upon her ornate throne looking down at Lynette Harris the poor farmer blonde braids woman knelt before her, her eyes downcast in a mixture of fear and defiance. [colour illustration for Sorceress (1982)] Leigh Harris as the dark Lady of Whispers sits upon her ornate throne looking down at Lynette Harris the poor farmer blonde braids woman knelt before her, her eyes downcast in a mixture of fear and defiance.

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[colour illustration for Sorceress (1982)] Leigh Harris as the dark Lady of Whispers sits upon her ornate throne looking down at Lynette Harris the poor farmer blonde braids woman knelt before her, her eyes downcast in a mixture of fear and defiance.

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