Born to extreme wealth, Kyrian of Thrace wielded charm and charisma as powerfully as he wielded his sword. Courageous and bold, he ruled the world around him, and knew nothing save the very passionate side of his nature.
Ardent, wild, and restless, he lived his life recklessly. He knew no danger, no limitations. The world was his oyster and he vowed to feed fully from it.
With the strength of Ares, the body and face of Adonis, and the sensuous gifts of Aphrodite, he was sought by all women who saw him. They wanted him for their own, dreamed of possessing the proud warrior prince whose touch was said to be the closest a woman could ever come to paradise.
But he was not a man whose heart was easily tamed.
He was a man who lived for the moment, lived for his senses, and for the wild fulfillment of all his desires. He loved pleasure, both the giving and the receiving.
The few women who had claimed him for a night of ecstasy lorded it over those who could only dream of touching his exquisite body.
For he was passion. Desire. All things sensual and hot.
A born warrior, he was respected and feared by all who knew of him. And at a time when the Roman Empire was invincible, he, alone, beat the Romans back with a hero's glee, and brought riches and glory to his name and homeland.
For a while, 'twas said he would be ruler of the known world.
Until an act of brutal betrayal made him the Ruler of the Night.
Now he walks the shadowy realm between Life and the Underworld. Neither man nor beast, he is something else entirely.
He is Solitude. He is Darkness.
He is a shadow in the night.
A restless, lonely spirit whose destiny is to save the very mortals who despise and fear him. He will never know rest or peace until he can find the one woman who will not betray him. The one pure heart who can see past his dark side and bring him back into the light.