Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

Maybe it’s foolish to risk standing up here, but sometimes, you have to do foolish things just for the sake of doing them.

It’s best not to look a liar in the eye. They’re so good at their own compulsions that their gazes hold steady, and then you’re the one who loses sight.

Stupid castles with their stupid multiple levels.

So quickly people will turn a blind eye to the misfortunes of others. It’s the dark voice in their ear, whispering, just leave it be. Don’t get involved, lest it happen to you too.

“Love happens in all kinds of ways. Fast. Slow. In bits and pieces, or immediate. Filled with lust, one-sided longing, a snap realization never noticed before. Deeply. Thoroughly. Love is a whisper we didn’t hear or a sound that drums in our ears and drowns out everything else.”

I’d rather make those mistakes than live without ever taking a chance, because I’ve missed out on too much already.

She is everything I don’t deserve. But I’m going to keep her anyway.

I became too blinded by my bright sides to see the truth.

Sometimes, you look at the silver lining so much that you drift into denial about the clouds.