Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

Sablefyre. An ancient element of the gods, forged eons ago in Aethyria’s fiery heart. A single touch could turn a body to ash, and blood to stone.

I’d learned at too early an age that the sound of a girl’s scream drew nothing more than apathy.

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

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

“I find it interesting that any time a girl is unusual, or dare I say, unique, she’s deemed evil, or cursed.”

“The whims of fate are an irksome intrusion, and yet …”

She was chaos wrapped in fine silk. The embodiment of trouble that’d nearly brought him to his fucking knees when he’d first laid eyes on her across the ballroom. So achingly beautiful, his chest hurt.

“You consume me entirely, little moon witch.”

“I crave every part of you with an ungodly voracity.”

“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.”