Devour the Dark (Devourer, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“You are not weak. You never were. Those were the lies they told you. Because a woman who sees her power is a woman who cannot be controlled.”

my mother came out of the womb a “melancholy child, obsessed with the darkness, always flirting with monsters.”

There is an acorn tattooed on the underside of her wrist. A kiss.

Maybe this is love. Maybe love is the same as worship.