In the year 1764, my mother died and I was born. This would be enough to overcome if I were not an accursed thing …
There was no place in the world for Azura Sherwood; not with the grandparents who granted her shelter, the parents who died before she was born, or strangers who found her frightening. In her loneliness, she looked to the trees for friendship and the lights in the night sky for inspiration.
Her undead father loved her, but could not nurture her humanity. The vampire Gideon Ambrose haunted her, tormenting her with visions of murder. She wandered aimlessly, sure that she would die one night and be born to unlife.
On her way through life, Azura encountered stern caretakers, mean-spirited ruffians, and licentious noblemen. She meant well, but she ruined them all. Only Christian Magdale, a servant appointed by her father, could withstand her magnetism, but he hated her.
Azura worried about the nature of good and evil. Predators were villains only to their prey. The night would come when she would face Gideon Ambrose; she, who had never accomplished anything. Had she the strength or even the right to destroy him?