Rome is no longer great.
All that remains are barren fields and prowling beasts.
Night falls. Mothers try to lull their crying babies to sleep. The babies must drift off, because outside, in the snow, there are hunters and even more pairs of blood-red eyes.
No one has seen what happens to the babies who keep crying after nightfall. But everyone knows.
When did the nights become so terrifying?
No one knows.
I'm a new author, looking for a new cover and a new blurb.
If you want to get to the protagonist quickly, you can start with Volume Two.
