Nymphs weren't always extinct. As an always-yearning dryad nymph, Amalfi should have been gallivanting with heroes and dipping in crystal waters. She should've been a poet's muse, a deity's follower, or an alluring beauty causing delirious madness in lovers--instead, she's fighting for her life with no end in sight. Something is making monsters and bloodthirsty beasts descend on Campania, strangely mad and insatiably crazed. Amalfi's overwhelmed. Even if her heart would allow her to abandon her home, there's no easy escape through the unforgiving cliffs or the perilous political unease nearby. Then there's the strange man who washed up on shore, grievously injured and half-drowned. He can't remember a thing--and now he's as stuck as she is. -------------------------- He was once somebody. He knows that. Deep down, he knows he was once somebody great, somebody mighty. He must have been. He was surely important; his body is littered with scars of battle, his arms feel uncertain without the grip of a blade, and his reflexes are too sharp and electric for mundane living. But who he was and who he wasn't, if he was ever anyone at all, isn't his to know these days. He doesn't even know his real name. He only remembers a ship. A strike of lightning. A beautiful nymph chasing him off the beach he'd washed up on. Recovering from battles he can't remember, he finds himself at her mercy. For all he knows, he's running, hiding from the gods. But there's no hiding from monsters. *An extremely loose adaptation of various mythologies and apparent tourist marketing. Historical timelines and regional names do not line up. Mature. Includes romance, mystery, action, violence, tragedy, etc.*