The Gilded Wolves (The Gilded Wolves, #1)

by Roshani Chokshi

There were so many wants inside him that he doubted there was room for blood in his body.

They stole histories, swallowed cultures whole, smuggled evidence of illustrious antiquity onto large ships and spirited them into indifferent lands.

As if he had once known how to fly, but the skies had shaken him loose and left him with nothing but the memory of wings.

“Tristan, my love,” said Laila with dangerous calm. “If you get in the way of a woman’s battle, you’ll get in the way of her sword.”

“When you are who they expect you to be, they never look too closely. If you’re furious, let it be fuel,”

“Half of winning, my dear wallet, is simply looking victorious.”

I think the greatest power is belief, for what is a god without it?

History is a myth shaped by the tongues of conquerors. What appears good may eventually sour and curdle in our collective minds. What appears bad may later bloom and brighten. I wanted to write this trilogy not to instruct or to condemn, but to question … Question what is gold and what glitters.