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Raven Kennedy

Gild (The Plated Prisoner Series Book 1)

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  • Kärt Lutsarshared an impression3 years ago
    👍Worth reading
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    🌴Beach Bag Book
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Quotes

  • Monalisha Chakrabartyhas quotedlast year
    To the ones who try, but can’t see the stars.

    Keep looking up.
  • Marian Alexiahas quoted3 years ago
    I don’t feel it, and I don’t care, because the thing that matters the most to me in this world has been taken from me.

    My favored. My gilded. My precious. She’s been stolen from me and is being held in an enemy’s clutches.

    I turn to my guards, my anger rising like boiling water, sending a thick haze of fury over my vision. The precision of my planned annihilation against King Fulke will be nothing compared to those who dared take Auren from me.

    She’s mine.
  • Marian Alexiahas quoted3 years ago
    From this close, I can see flakes of snow getting caught on his thick black lashes. I can see the polished gleam of the spikes over his brow. I wouldn’t call him handsome, he’s far too wicked looking for that, but the savage grace of him is as magnificent as it is utterly alarming.

    Even though I’m freezing, my palms begin to sweat inside my gloves, my pulse pounding so hard I expect it to knock pinprick holes through my veins. The wind picks up, ruffling the brown feathers along my stolen coat, making it look as if my whole body is trembling.

    Strong. His presence is so damn strong and full of death, like even his aura knows how destructive he is.

    Finally, he speaks again. “So, this is King Midas’s pet.” He glances down at the feathers on my sleeves, the gold ribbons bereft in the snow, and his black eyes flash with interest as they lift again to my face. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect to find a goldfinch.”

    I’m not sure why hearing him call me a pet bothers me, but I find my hands fisting the fabric of my skirts.

    “I know what you are,” I say with a sharp tone, my accusation escaping with a puff of hazy air between us.

    A slow smirk spreads over his mouth, a menacing curl of his lips that makes my heart stumble. He takes a single step forward, a simple move that somehow sucks all the air out of the world.

    He leans in, his aura pushing at me, testing, feeling, overwhelming. And despite the frigid air of the Barrens, despite the deafening noises of the scraping ships and the marching army, his voice presses hot and resonant against my ear as he speaks. “Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you.”

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