What Feasts at Night (Sworn Soldier, #2)

by T. Kingfisher

If this was a fairy tale, it was the kind where everyone gets eaten as a cautionary tale about straying into the woods, not the sentimental kind that ends with a wedding and the words, “And if they have not since died, they are living there still.”

The devouring road began not long after we left the city.

“Something bad happened to both of us, too. We don’t deserve to fall apart either.”