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

by Jamison Shea

And really, nobody else with power stopped to question whether they earned their places. It belonged to the most powerful.

“So the river just gives us whatever we ask? Why?” “To sow chaos? Must everything that exists have a reason?”

What kind of person becomes a monster only to embrace their curse and build a sanctuary with it?

“Maybe I just want to be enough,” I said, my voice definitive and so sure for the first time in a long while. “You are.”

“I don’t think it’s weak,” he countered softly. “In fact, there’s strength in knowing when to walk away.”

Just because I could do this on my own didn’t mean I had to. Besides, power looked good on me, and I simply wanted mine back.

Because it’s harder to be seen when you’re dwelling in the dark.

It was a bittersweet god, delivering life and turning you into a monster for taking it.

What is life but hunger and resilience? Persistent thriving no matter the conditions?

It isn’t right to demand so much of me but give so little.