Vikings meets Shadow and Bone in Alexandra Kennington’s GODS BENEATH THE ICE, the heart-pounding conclusion to the Blood & Souls Duology- OUT NOW!
Title: Gods Beneath The Ice
Book Series: Blood & Souls, #2
Author: Alexandra Kennington
Genre: Adult, Fantasy, Romance, Romantasy
Release Date: February 17, 2026
Publisher: Ace | Berkley | Penguin Random House
About The Book:
Heartbroken and grappling with unwanted powers, Revna must work with the person she swore to forget if she’s to lead her people and unravel the secrets behind her new magic in this page-turning conclusion to the Blood & Souls Duology.
After winning the Bloodshed Trials, Revna has the crown she wanted. What she didn’t want was the newfound Lurae abilities she manifested. Still, she’s determined to bring equality to her people and end the holy war draining her kingdom’s resources. But the godtouched fear her, the godforsaken don’t trust her, and her best friend doesn’t know the truth she’s been hiding. When the war-ending treaty is signed, Revna will reveal her secrets and finally put the Hellbringer behind her.
Except the Kryllian Queen refuses to sign the treaty when she discovers how volatile Revna’s bloodsinging is. Desperate for any alliance, Revna begrudgingly agrees to the queen’s proposal: if Revna can learn to control her magic in three weeks, negotiations will resume. But there’s a catch—the queen’s general will be the one training her.
Revna will work with the Hellbringer once more, though she won’t make it easy. But when the general discovers that the dead are unable to pass on, they realize there’s more at stake than their tangled relationship. Ancient, powerful secrets tie the realm—and Revna and the Hellbringer—together, and their only hope of lasting peace is to unweave them.
Book 1 of the Blood & Souls duology, Blood Beneath The Snow, is also available for purchase.
tropes:
🗡️ angst
🗡️ magic
🗡️ dual POV
🗡️ slow burn
🗡️ chosen one
🗡️ forced proximity
🗡️ political intrigue
🗡️ enemies to lovers
🗡️ character driven fantasy
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Excerpt:
Revna
I looked out at the crowd of exhausted soldiers, tense Nilurae, and scowling citizens and clenched my jaw as my thoughts told me again what I already knew to be true: every person here today hates you.
My eyes caught Freja’s where she stood, just in front of the temple steps. Her foot tapped a steady, anxious rhythm against the cobblestones and she tried to muster a smile. It was a poor attempt-the result was far more grimace than anything else. I swallowed down the lump in my throat and tried not to think about how much more she would hate me tomorrow, when the treaty with Kryllian was officially signed and I told her the full truth of everything I’d been hiding.
The thought was another chip out of my carefully constructed, utterly porcelain armor. I winced as the slipup of my thoughts avalanched into something far worse.
Music.
My mother’s lullaby was never far from the surface, but today, I’d shoved it down as far as possible. Now, of all times, was not an option for breaking. It was too late, though. The thud of my own heartbeat in my ears was now echoed by dozens, hundreds more as thin threads, invisible to everyone but me, stretched from my chest outward to latch my Lurae to everyone present.
Start the speech, I told myself, shuffling the papers in front of me on the podium we’d had carted down in front of the temple dais. My face itched, but I didn’t scratch. The scars left by Björn three weeks ago were nearly healed now. That didn’t keep them from pulling the skin of my cheekbones and forehead taut, leaving me constantly aware of the way my features were now mangled. Focus on the people. The Nilurae. You’re here for them.
I opened my mouth. Words emerged, the product of nothing more than hours upon hours of rehearsing until I knew the speech better than I knew the foreign magic that was somehow a part of me now. But even as I spoke, the song of my Lurae crooned in my ears, and I heard none of what I said.
As I continued to read, more rote than anything else, I scanned the crowd again until I saw Volkan. My ex-fiancé stood at the back, arms crossed over his chest, brow furrowed with concentration as he listened.
My thoughts hissed, unwanted. How long until he looks disappointed in you again? Or worse-afraid?
My hands gripped the edges of my notes hard enough to nearly crumple them. And still, I kept speaking, allowing the memorized words to flow from me. Platitudes about peace and community despite our differences, congratulations to the soldiers for their valiant efforts in the war against Kryllian. The latter rang false, I was sure of it. Volkan had insisted on putting them in.
And still, the familiar melody in my mind had hold of me. My Lurae crept over my skin with every shuddering breath, desperate to take hold of the threads gathered in front of me and pull until the bodies in the crowd were broken and lifeless and-
“As we readjust to life without a looming battle around every corner, only generosity and a willingness to see each other as equals will allow Bhorglid to become the blessed land it longs to be. Thank you.”
The end of the speech was so rushed, I would be amazed if anyone could decipher it. But it was over. I stepped down, away from the podium, and into the shadow of the temple rubble. Behind me, I heard the murmurs of the crowd grow louder as everyone chatted and caught up with their friends and loved ones returned from the front.
The song quieted a bit, but it was an ever-present grip along my spine now. There was no ridding myself of it. I allowed myself to rub my fingertips softly over my scars, easing the itch slightly, and looked up at the towering statue before me.
Aloisa. She was the only remaining statue from the pantheon of gods our country worshiped at the command of the priests. Ironically, her statue had refused to fall when Halvar and the other rebels took hammers to them all.
Before the Trials, Aloisa was the only deity I related to at all. I’d wondered whether she was lonely, the only woman in a room full of men. Even my freshly forged sword, only a couple of months old, was named after her.
Now, though, I found myself looking to the statue for any small semblance of comfort more often. Loneliness didn’t even begin to cover the gaping hole living inside of my chest, caving in more and more every day. Once, it had been filled with purpose, with anger, with my mind-reading older brother and his endless jokes.
“She’s not real,” I whispered to myself as the crowd continued to disperse behind me. I knew some of the Nilurae had set up shopping stalls around the courtyard, hoping to capitalize on the returning soldiers’ hunger for familiar fresh-baked goods. Plenty of people would linger. I straightened my shoulders and shoved a new piece of porcelain over the spider-webbing crack forming in my fragile armor.
Excerpted from Gods Beneath the Ice by Alexandra Kennington Copyright © 2026 by Alexandra Kennington. Excerpted by permission of Ace. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
About The Author:
Alexandra Kennington has been writing fantasy stories since she was young. Now, she’s living her dream as an author of fantasy and science fiction novels.
When she’s not knee-deep in a world of her own creation, you’ll find her reading a book with the enemies-to-lovers trope or obsessing over Star Wars. She lives in Utah with her spouse and child.
Alex is represented by Bethany Fulk at Spencerhill Associates.
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