I am the blackest of shadows,
I am the last whisper of the wind,
I am the blood storm,
I am the other,
The Creator's root of all to come,
your nightmare whispering in the wind on the darkest of nights,
when you hear me, when you see me, it is your last thought...
"Song of the Lilithai Strigoia by SusanAnn Avery"
They sprung from a feverish nightmare – or are they the result of dark illusions?
They have come to life from whispered legends... they are the Lilithai Strigoia!
The word "strigoi" describes a soul, risen from the grave after death. Some of their attributes are decidedly vampiric, some include the ability to shift into an animal form, partially or in full. Such creatures feed on the life force of the living, and they are as elusive as the morning mist. Very hard to catch, even harder to kill. For how to kill something that already died?