Total pages in book: 401
Estimated words: 390373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1952(@200wpm)___ 1561(@250wpm)___ 1301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 390373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1952(@200wpm)___ 1561(@250wpm)___ 1301(@300wpm)
I heard the breath leave my father the moment he saw Cas—saw the face that was part shadow and part silver bone and flesh. Saw the golden eyes pierced by strands of dark crimson.
In the days following Kolis’s attack, I had time—in between dealing with Cas—to think. That’s how I knew that what was before us was what the prophecy had foretold. The truth of what the Ancients had dreamed had been right in front of us the whole time. Inside us, but always a part of him.
Poppy was the Harbinger, just as we’d believed. And Kolis was the Great Conspirator. But the death and destruction Poppy would bring to the realms was not what Kolis would unleash.
It was the choices and actions of Kolis and of old gods long forgotten. Of the three of us. The Ancients had seen this but hadn’t understood.
It could never be clearer than it was now.
What the prophecy had foretold…
What it had always warned would come…
It had never been Poppy. Or even Kolis. It had always been him.
Casteel.
The wings were not visible, but a crown the color of the darkest night and shaped like jagged bone antlers rested upon his head. He sat upon the remnants of ruin and wrath, a throne of bone and ash.
The Primal God of Death and Destruction.