Swearing to take revenge on those responsible for her husband's death, Angelique plunges into the dangerous underworld of 17th-century Paris. Penniless and alone she plunges into the dangerous underworld of the city to the nightmare Court of Miracles, a world of deformity, degradation, violence and lust.

The carriage turned into the courtyard of the Hôtel de Beautreillis.
Angelique mounted the marble terrace. Every detail of this bright and harmonious residence spoke to her of Joffrey de Peyrac. He had wanted its lines to be as supple as vine tendrils on the wrought-iron balconies and balustrades. He had planned those carved gilt wood friezes framing the smooth high planes of marble or mirror, those statues and busts, those stone animals and birds, ubiquitous as the graceful spirits of a happy home.



In the book was the Hôtel de Beautreillis build by Manzart.