Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

The glassy, eldritch gleam, so cold and sharp, held my reflected form in a chilling glimpse of a world beyond.

OH MY GOSSSHHHH

Zevander kept on and whistled for his horse, a cursed stallion who was as dark as pitch. A breed only found on the harsh and violent plains of Draconysia. The clack of its hooves reached Zevander through the darkness, and it came to a halt before him, its eyes as black as coal and fangs dripping with the blood of a recent kill.

So fucking epic

My tongue practically bled with the effort to keep my ever-sarcastic tone in check.

He looked down to see one of his scorpions stinging him.

To have that level of control over your man even while you're sleeping

“Do not attempt to appeal to my good nature. We’ve established that I don’t have one.”

His patience unraveled in loose stitches with the angry veins that protruded from his neck, his black pupils swallowing the fiery gold and orange, and the ease of his grasp confirmed how effortlessly he could snap my windpipe.

“You don’t have to look threatening to be threatening. Perceived weakness is your most vicious weapon.

“Everything is poison with the proper dose. Even you.”

“Tell me how it feels, Maevyth.” His voice. God, his voice tickled my imagination, while that glorious sensation snaked through my blood.

“You so much as breathe across her neck, and I will take pleasure in skewering your skull before I set it aflame.”

“Veni’adj meh, Lunamiszka.” Come for me, my little moon witch.

I am yours to touch, Maevyth. I crave your touch more than my next breath.”

“You consume me entirely, little moon witch.”

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

No soul has ever been more intricately woven into mine than yours.”

“Fear inspires strength.”