Gild (Plated Prisoner, #1)

by Raven Kennedy

To the ones who try, but can’t see the stars. Keep looking up.

I’m the gold-plated prisoner. But what a pretty prison it is.

Does it really matter if your cage is solid gold when you aren’t allowed to leave it? A cage is a cage, no matter how gilded.

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.