Gild (The Plated Prisoner, #1)

by Raven Kennedy

When I was young, I remember my mother telling me that the stars were goddesses waiting to hatch from the light.

I swear there's something about the stars and goddesses they haven't told us about yet

I kept looking up at those shells of light in the black sky, begging the goddesses to be born and come to rescue us.

...

But memory and time aren’t friends. They reject each other, they hurry in opposite directions, pulling the binding taut between them, threatening to snap. They fight, and we inexplicably lose. Memory and time. Always losing one as you go on with the other.

I swear, for one fleeting second, I see a glimpse of a star winking at me. So I wink back.

Mmhmm

But through it all, Sail keeps looking at me, gaze steady and unyielding. When my body shivers, he holds his in. When my lips tremble, he pulls his up into a sad smile. When a tear falls against my cold cheek, he nods, still speaking to me, even without words.

Sail </3

It’s the arrogance of men, to think so little of women. And it’ll be their downfall too.

right on the mark

Men making deals on the behalf of women never seems to go very well for the women.

Spilling some truths in here

But just like every time when anything bad has ever happened to me, there are no stars out. No light. No soft, glimmering shine. Just murky clouds over an endless night.

These cannot be in there for nothing