Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

How tragic that a woman’s worth equated to the depth of a man’s pockets.

“The gods did nothing. It was you, Maevyth. By the grace of a flitting rope that you managed to tug hard enough.”

“You are mine, moon witch. For all eternity and whatever lies beyond it. No soul has ever been more intricately woven into mine than yours.”