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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I saw Ancients who had gone to ground and ones yet to Awaken claw their way free, shaking the realms. And I knew they were no longer the great givers of life and the anchors that kept the essence of the realms stable. They were the end that erupted mountains and turned days into endless nights, toppling cities of steel and drying oceans. I saw them rise, full of ruin and wrath.

Two daughters. Two Kings. And the Great Conspirator. It was inevitable. The end would come.

My mouth completely dropped open as my gaze landed on a colossal statue standing proudly on an island. I couldn’t decipher how far away the towering lady in flowing robes was, but it couldn’t be that far. I didn’t know what material she had been crafted from, but it carried a green sheen. She held a torch, thrusting it into the sky high above her, and a crown sat upon her head.

Poppy is in NYC?????

“Penellaphe Da’Neer. The Queen. And the Primal of Life and Death.” Poppy lowered her hood, the air charging with the kind of eather even these fools could feel. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Your blood tasted like it, too.” My stomach churned. “It changed a little each time. Less sweet. More sweet. This time…” The Revenant drew his lower lip between his teeth. “It tastes like…honeydew.” No. Bile clogged my throat.