Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

Emotions I was forced to keep hidden for fear of looking possessed by evil, as girls were often perceived when they felt too much.

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

The name that’d been drawn like a scar across my heart at my first baptism, when I’d devoted myself to their god. When I’d spoken the words that’d bound me to their merciless savior. But, just like the woods that ate voraciously, always hungry for more, my piety wasn’t enough to earn their good graces. They still cast me off as something aberrant.

The girl with the moon in her eyes and fire in her soul.