The Falling

"Knox's attention was demanded by the leather clad girl's presence as she staggered up to him. The empty street seemed scarce as he looked at the beautiful girl with black hair. She looked at him with the blackest of eyes and mumbled something before collapsing into his arms. Her limp body lying in his arms and no one around." Bryndis' lack of modesty was overwhelming and Knox's inability to keep his private thoughts to himself drove him crazy. She spoke of the Batheidh, her kind. The Ivaldi, that wanted her dead. The Nidan, that stood by her silently. Souls calling to each other...Speaking without words...Dire wolves, Andvarins, gods and goddesses. Knox's world was altered from what he knew as normal into a darker world with fear and death. Bryndis was the center of it all...