She stalks the night in search of fresh human blood, Lamia Zacharius, the Death-Angel. She can be a sleek black raven or a large vicious dog hunting for human prey. She can be a menacing female hawk rising into the starless sky or a tall, slender woman with deep hypnotizing eyes into which a man might lose himself forever. She can be all these things and more. As long as she quenches her three-thousand-year-old thirst for blood.
