Born of Blood and Ash (Flesh and Fire, #4)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Which was Seraphena Mierel, daughter of King Lamont and Queen Calliphe. A once-unnamed Princess and the savior of a kingdom that never knew I existed. A blank canvas—part assassin and part seductress. A figure of hope and of failure. But I couldn’t be her any longer. Now, I just had to be me.

mortals have never been able to come to terms with the knowledge that everything that begins must end.

“Forgiveness is nothing more than a benefit to the forgiver,” he reminded me. “Because it is easy, it does so very little. Understanding is much harder. It allows for a chance to move forward, which is what we will do.”

“There is no room for forgiveness and fairness. I’m the reaction to your past actions. I am the consequence.”

It was the most selfish and altruistic thing in all the realms, more powerful than the Ancients, and the only thing that could snap the threads of fate. It was the only hope the realms had now. Love.