The War of Two Queens (Blood And Ash, #4)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“How old is this…Callum?” Reaver’s eyes narrowed. “Old. Don’t know exactly. Don’t know where he even came from, but he’s real old. Callum knew how to make Revenants. It’s magic. Old, Primal stuff.” Malik’s jaw worked. “As fucked up as Isbeth is—and none of you truly knows how fucked that actually is—she loves her daughters. In her own twisted way.” My stomach gave another sinking twist. “She couldn’t let Millie die, so she used that old magic. And because Millie had eather in her blood, it worked,” Malik said after a moment. “It saved her, and she became the first daughter, and Isbeth started plotting for another chance. A second daughter.” First daughter. The full prophecy Tawny had shared with me had referenced the first daughter with blood full of fire and fated for the once-promised King. Good gods, we had even hypothesized that it had referred to Malik. This Handmaiden was my sister, the first daughter spoken of in Penellaphe’s prophecy, and we… “We are truly the product of a madwoman’s thirst for vengeance.” “No.” Casteel turned to me, lowering his mug. “You are more than that. You always have been.”