Eldritch (The Eating Woods, #2)

by Keri Lake

He always said a well-read woman is a beautifully fearsome creature.”

“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.” “What am I to become?” “Vindicated.”

“Ordinary?” I breathed a laugh. “And what would the mighty assassin call me if not beautiful?” He trailed his fingertip down my temple. “I would call you the soft glow of moonlight in a pitch-black world. A prayer I never spoke aloud, but somehow the gods answered anyway. The strike of lightning I dare to behold without flinching.” His brow flickered as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “The reason I breathe.”