Gild (The Plated Prisoner, #1)

by Raven Kennedy

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.

Fucking Divine hell. I wish I hadn’t gotten out of bed today.

The guards pile lightweight bricks near it, and I know each and every one will be gone as soon as they’re hot, to be stuffed into sleeping bags, helping to warm our feet while we rest.

That's actually cool to include

I won’t allow myself to be stagnant anymore. I won’t allow myself to be so weak and inept.

Finally

Saira fell through their ground and landed on their sky. Bird, they called her. Broken-winged bird.

…ok

and my guard dog is now picking at his teeth with the same knife he cleaned his nails with.

First time I've laughed this whole book