One of the last humans to be saved from the first end of the world during the First War, T’ir could not speak. He was huge and misshapen; a veritable giant who’d clearly fought monsters to the point that everything, from his face down, was scarred.

His eyes held attention, in spite of that – soulful, thick-lashed, clearly communicating the pain and fear and anger his lips could not.

He was given to Notte to train into something useful, or be tossed back out into the storm.

(More to come – but it waits until BELOVED, NOTTE is published.)