Eldritch (The Eating Woods, #2)

by Keri Lake

“So, you wore perfume for the spiders?” “It isn’t perfume!” The words snapped out of me like a whip, and I quickly slammed my mouth shut, exhaling a long breath through my nose to settle my nerves. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little tense with everything.” He quirked a brow. “Perhaps you need something to relax.” He jerked his head. “Come.”

One day, my friend, they will become your tragedy.”

Grieving this spectral image in your mind does nothing. Do not let it steal the beauty of what is and what you’ve become.”

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.”