Eldritch (The Eating Woods, #2)

by Keri Lake

“My precious daughter. You were not meant to become a delicate flower, but the frost that wilts the vine. It is your strength in a world that seeks warmth and frailty in a woman. Steel your bones, and do not bend, or break to their will. Accept what you are and what you will become.”

“Severing that vein is useless,” General Loyce kept on. “It is enchanted to heal.”

i fucking knew it