‘…pale as a dead person alive, eyes cold, hair flowing long and blacker than the night…skin tight… like a skeleton clinging to its flesh…’
The Ripers are the Guardians of Ixion, the enforcers of pleasure – but do they hide behind a more sinister plan?
And just what is it about the god-like Lenoir – the leader of the Ripers – that causes the little twists in Retra’s stomach?
Mysterious creatures that live just beyond the corners of sight, the Uthers serve the Ripers, sparing all on Ixion from the mundane.
‘Come to me,’ the Night Creatures whisper to Retra, urging her to leave the well-lit paths. ‘See you. Follow you. Want you.’