The Primal of Blood and Bone (Blood and Ash, #6)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

That everything done to prevent what was coming had only ensured that it would.

Every beginning has an end. But for every end, there must be a new beginning. That’s what the ten dreamed. The fall of ruin and wrath. And the rise of blood and bone.

The one those who’d come before feared. I was the Harbinger and the Bringer the Ancients had dreamed of before the dawn of man. The Primal of Life and Death. I knew that. What I was. But not who I was.

I loved Casteel. All at once and without warning, I remembered myself.

Casteel Da’Neer had been my first everything—first

“Every new life, every new being, has to start somewhere and with someone,” Holland said, drawing my gaze to his. “And you are that someone. You are the start of a new pantheon.”

I was Penellaphe Da’Neer. I wasn’t timid, and I didn’t need to be protected or set free. I was vicious and even a little murderous when needed. I was Poppy—wife, Queen, and Primal. I had faced down Craven, Ascended, and everything in between and had the scars to prove it. I’d ended the Blood Crown. Freed myself. Most importantly, I was nothing like my mother.

“I run from nothing.” I smiled. “And no one.”

“And I never see you as just Poppy,” he continued. “Not when all I can see is my everything. My world.”