Eriva (Silent World #1)

Mama said there’s no such thing as hope. Only the next threat to navigate in the endless trial of survival that is life in this hellish landscape. If you give in to the notion of hope, you die because hope makes you blind.

My feet slide on the damp grass as I try to round the tombstone quickly. It leaves me scrambling for purchase as I slam my back against it. The screech of the beast shakes my bones, and I press my back harder against the stone, trying to make myself as small as possible.

Another roar covers the cracking of stone. It lands just beyond my feet, and I pull them in closer. Fuck.

There are two safe places in the world, places where the murderous beasts don’t go—libraries and cemeteries. Apparently, this beast didn’t get the memo because it’s chasing me through the massive graveyard.