Her name was Lyra.
She was beautiful, unimag-inably beautiful.
She was dangerous, un-speakaoly dangerous.
At her touch, Tarhn felt him-self becoming the perfect man he had always dreamed ot being. At the sound of her voice, Tarhn heard a message of doom for himself and all mankind.
He passionately loved this creature from the bottom of his heart. He viciously hated her from the darkest depthsof hissoul.
For Lyra was a Singer-a membęr of the outcast race that alone held for good or evil the elusive answer to -
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