Narwyn Winslow

Prologue In the timeless shadows of an ancient world, a figure of immense power and enigmatic beauty roamed the earth. He was a creature born of night and magic, the oldest vampire to ever walk among mortals, immune to the traditional banes of his kind. Sunlight bathed him like any other day; silver was but an adornment without consequence. His name was lost to the millennia, known only to those who dared speak it in hushed reverence or terror.