In a world where everyone is immortal, death appears in the blood of select few. Ripped of emotion, these immortals are known as Harbingers, bringers of the end. Me scribbling down thoughts of a story, rather than writing anything concrete.
Lyra has been waiting for her Weaver to find her for years, unable to leave the safety of her home and only connected to him through passionate dreams - remembering nothing about him apart from his wild, sensual song. When the lone Weaver Grigore finally sweeps into her life, she finds herself instantly drawn to him...