I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me (I Feed Her to the Beast, #1)

by Jamison Shea

At the end of the day, I had to put myself first, because no one else ever did. And they never would.

“In fact, there’s strength in knowing when to walk away.”

What is life but hunger and resilience? Persistent thriving no matter the conditions? What better kin to have?

Maybe even gods get lonely

I fed her to the beast, and the beast was me, and the beast was within me.