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.

You can pretend a lot of things in life. You can pretend so well that you even start to believe your own deceit. We’re all actors; we’re all on pedestals with a spotlight shining on us, playing whatever part we need to in order to make it through the day—in order to help ourselves sleep at night.

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

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