Maneater

<p><strong>I often wondered why the prince plucked me from the woods and locked me in his tower of stone. In time I came to understand that a greedy hand never rests. All my life I waited for a sign that my existence had meaning that there was more beyond the outskirts where I was born. I felt misplaced a girl adrift in a world too vast and unkind.</strong></p><p></p><p>But I escaped. I clawed my way out. I found freedom piece by broken piece. I stitched myself back together with whatever I could find: shattered memories cracked hopes fragments of who I'd been.</p><p></p><p>I made myself whole again.</p><p></p><p>I learned it's better to be named a devil than mistaken for a savior.</p><p></p><p>I won't be seen as anyone's salvation I'll become their reckoning.</p><p></p><p>The world will know that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.</p><p></p><p><strong>Set in a realm of myth <em>Maneater</em> follows Odessa a woman torn between two selves. When fate demands a choice-death or divinity-she must decide whether to die as a mortal or live as a god. Her story is a tale of love betrayal wrath and above all a woman unafraid to become the anti-heroine. </strong></p>