Joely Sue Burkhart

Beautiful. Untouched. Lost.

Isis’s own daughter.

Fuck.

The power she was going to have once she took us both. Even the Triune might sit up and take notice at the upstart half-human American vampire queen

Her cheeks flushed and I suddenly identified the most beautiful color in the world.

To my daughter I will never know,

This book is for you. Your ancestors have recorded everything we know you will need for thousands of years.

It all culminates in you.

You are our most beloved.

Our greatest hope.

Our weapon.

Long live the queen of Isador

So it ends. And begins with you. Start your own book now, daughter, and write our future

My Blood all stood, except Rik, tight to my side, and saluted with their glasses. “Long live our queen.”