Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

You pray to a god that doesn’t listen, and you’re shocked when he doesn’t come to save you.”

“Beg all you like.” He let out a sardonic chuckle. “I’d quite like to see you on your knees.”

I cried for what seemed like an eternity in the span of mere minutes. All the agony and pain poured out of me in hot tears that fell into the water like poison rain. I let the misery I’d tucked away ravage me, pulling me into the depths of possibilities I didn’t want to imagine,

“Your heart must be the smallest organ you possess.” “And your mouth must be the largest.” Oooh, what I wouldn’t have given to smack him across the face!