Her name was Lyra. She was beautiful, unimaginably beautiful.
And she was dangerous, unspeakably dangerous.
At her touch, Tarhn felt himself becoming the perfect man he had always dreamed of 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 depths of his soul . . . for Lyra was a Singer – a member of the outcast race that alone held for good or evil the elusive answer to . . . The Singer Enigma.