Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

You have your own light, little sun. So you must carry it with you when it grows dark.

There is no growth without rot. There is no sun without the dark sky. And there is no me without her.

“Are you going to start listening to me?” “Yes. Sometimes. When it seems like the right thing to do. And if it suits me.”

Relatable

“Oh, Goldfinch,” he murmurs. “If ever there was a person for whom love was created, it was for you.”