Gold (The Plated Prisoner, #5)

by Raven Kennedy

When you feel swallowed by the dark, may you become your own light.

So, yes, I was scared to fall. But without falling, I never would have landed. And what a beautiful thing it was to land.

It’s time I remind her and everyone else exactly why you don’t fuck with me and mine.

Grief isn’t based on someone’s length of presence. It’s based on the impact of their absence.

“Some people are in your life for only a moment, like a shooting star. Quick and short, but they light up a part of you for a second, and their brightness lingers even after they’re gone.”