From the desperation of golden crownsâŠ
Casteel DaâNeer knows all too well that very few are as cunning or vicious as the Blood Queen, but no one, not even him, couldâve prepared for the staggering revelations. The magnitude of what the Blood Queen has done is almost unthinkable.
âAnd born of mortal fleshâŠ
Nothing will stop Poppy from freeing her King and destroying everything the Blood Crown stands for. With the strength of the Primal of Lifeâs guards behind her, and the support of the wolven, Poppy must convince the Atlantian generals to make war her wayâbecause there can be no retreat this time. Not if she has any hope of building a future where both kingdoms can reside in peace.
âA great primal power risesâŠ
Together, Poppy and Casteel must embrace traditions old and new to safeguard those they hold dearâto protect those who cannot defend themselves. But war is only the beginning. Ancient primal powers have already stirred, revealing the horror of what began eons ago. To end what the Blood Queen has begun, Poppy might have to become what she has been prophesied to beâwhat she fears the most.
âAs the Harbinger of Death and Destruction.
Why You Should Read This Book
Tropes
Trigger Warnings
The War of Two Queens
âI was born with the flesh and fire of the Primal god in my blood. Make no mistake, with each passing day, I feel less like a mortal than I did the day before.â
âDonât forget what he means to me, Poppy. Iâve known him my whole damn life. We shared the same crib more times than not. We took our first steps together. Sat at the same table most nights, refusing to eat the same vegetables. We explored tunnels and lakes, pretended that fields were new, undiscovered kingdoms. We were inseparable. And that didnât change as we grew older. He was and still is a part of me.â
âA god can be killed just like an Atlantian. Destroy the heart and the mind. But a Primal? You have to weaken them first. And do you know how you weaken a Primal? Itâs rather cruel. Love. Love can be weaponized, weakening a Primal and becoming the blade that ends their existence. I wonder how much you even know about Primals. I must admit, I knew very little myself. If it werenât for my Malec, I never wouldâve learned the truth. I never wouldâve known that a Primal could be born to the mortal realm.â
âYou canât stay up there, my Queen. We need to get Malec, and we may need your extra-special Primal badassery to do it.â
âFrom the first moment I saw you smile⊠And heard you laugh? Gods. From the first time I saw you nock an arrow and fire without hesitation? Handle a dagger and fight beside another? Fight me? I was in awe. Iâm never not in awe of you. Iâm always utterly mesmerized. Iâll never stop being that. Always and forever.â
âI am not mortal. Neither am I Atlantian. I am a god. And I will not choose between the mortals and the Atlantians when I can choose both.â
âThatâsâŠgods, thatâs my Queen.â
âBecause I canât become something capable of leveling cities. I couldnât live with myself. You know that. You couldnât live with allowing me to become that. Neither could Casteel. Maybe that will never happen. I will do everything I can to not let it. But if it does? You would be doing the right thing. You know that. You would be doing the thing that needed to be done.
âTo be honest, I donât know how Iâm doing when it comes to her. All I know is that IâŠI donât think of her as my mother. Because she wasnât. I used to struggle with who she was to me and the monster she was to Casteel and everyone else. I donât anymore. Not after Ian.â
âI think itâs exactly what you believe. Soul walking between heartmates. My son said he believed you were his heartmateânot that he needed to tell me that. I saw it for myself after the attack at the Chambers of Nyktos when he awoke to find that youâd been taken. I saw it in your eyes and heard it in your voice when you spoke of your plans to go to Carsodonia. You two have found something so very few ever experience.â
âMy beautiful, brave Queen. I could stay here, holding you, forever.â
âWhether she ruled over all the lands and seas or was the Queen of nothing but a pile of ashes and bones, she wouldâwillâalways be my Queen. Love is too weak an emotion to describe how she consumes me and what I feel for her. She is my everything.â
âI would tell you that I would kill Isbeth for that, but my Queen is a god. She will kill her.â
âIâll call you whatever you like, as long as you call me yours.â
âYou have faced Craven and vamprys, men wearing masks of mortal flesh. Stared down Atlantians whoâve wanted to harm you, seized cities, and freed me. Youâre more than a Queen. More than a goddess on the verge of becoming a Primal. Youâre Penellaphe DaâNeer, and youâre fearless.â
âBy the way, youâre beautiful when youâre like this, wrapped in nothing more than a cloak. As beautiful as you are when youâre draped in fine silks and dressed in breeches and a tunic. And tonight, when you moved between us? When you opened yourself to us?, and your essence spilled out from you, surrounding us? Entering us? Entering me? I felt worthy of such a beautiful gift as you.â
âI would do anything for him. I would do anything for you. And knowing that you would do this for me meansâŠThere really arenât words other than that my reasons for agreeing to the Joining have very little to do with Cas being a King or you a Primal god and everything to do with the love I have for both of you.â
âWe will end this tonight, one way or another. And then, Iâm going to find that diamond I told you about.â He kissed me again. âBut before that, Iâm going to get what I want. You. In the armor.â
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