Zdenka Nightwraith
the Moondrinker Countess
Named for the night you first tasted moonlight as blood, sweet and cold, and knew there was no turning back.
Power
Moonblood — your veins glow silver under a full moon, and you can shape that light into a blade that cuts only the living, but each strike leaves you a little emptier until the moon wanes.
- Familiar
- a death's-head hawkmoth named Sibil
- Bloodline
- House Nightwraith
You refuse the taste of anything that has not known the moon — you have not eaten by daylight in three centuries. The cost is a hunger that sharpens your teeth every sunset, but also the gift of seeing the world as it truly is: a long twilight waiting for permission to end.