The Foxglove King (The Nightshade Crown #1)

by Hannah F. Whitten

A secret is a flame, and it cannot burn forever.

“Are you so accustomed to being used that you don’t realize when it’s happening, as long as it’s done kindly?”

You can’t flee from what you are, daughter of the dark. Death is the one thing that will always find you, and you are its heir. The seed of the apocalypse, end-times walking. You are the wildfire necessary for the forest to grow, the destruction that brings rebirth.

They’ll force you to be stronger, and then break you down. Reduce you to nothing but a womb for magic they can’t make. But only if you let them. Even when you ascend, you must remember that you are wholly your own.