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.

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.

I made myself whole again.

I learned it's better to be named a devil than mistaken for a savior.

I won't be seen as anyone's salvation, I'll become their reckoning.

The world will know that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Set in a realm of myth, Maneater 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.