Glint
Raven Kennedy, 2021
A retelling of King Midas where the golden girl starts to notice the cage. Sharp, furious, slow-burn fantasy about a woman done being ornamental.
Feels like defiance and curiosity. About freedom.
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The fury of someone who refuses to accept what you've settled for.
He shakes his head. “No, Auren. You’re the one that needs to burn. You need to spark to life and fight. Stop letting him dull you, stop letting the whole fucking world trample you,” he shouts, making me flinch from the vehement demand. “If you tried, you could shine brighter than the fucking sun. Instead, you’ve chosen to sit back and wither. Raven Kennedy.Kennedy first self-published the Plated Prisoner books, and BookTok turned the series into a bestseller before anyone in traditional publishing came calling.
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Questions readers ask
- What is Glint like?
- Feels like defiance and curiosity. About freedom.
- What should I read after Glint?
- If you liked Glint, try Spark of the Everflame (Penn Cole), A Court of Mist and Fury (Sarah J. Maas) and Red Rising (Pierce Brown).
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A man speaks of his own death as though it were a love letter.
You think I fear my own death?” he whispered in my ear. “Every day I draw breath is as much a curse as a gift. I’ve been living on borrowed time for longer than you can imagine. If you’re the way my fate finally catches up to me, I can’t fathom a more beautiful end.
Spark of the Everflame · Penn Cole
Being cast as the villain and being one are different things.
He thinks he’ll be remembered as the villain in the story. But I forgot to tell him that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key. He was the one who let me out.
A Court of Mist and Fury · Sarah J. Maas
The only way to imagine stars is to compare them to a person.
Little Eo—a tiny girl hidden beneath a mane of red. Red like the rock around me, not true red, rust-red. Red like our home, like Mars. Eo is sixteen too. And she may be like me—from a clan of Red earth diggers, a clan of song and dance and soil—but she could be made from air, from the ether that binds the stars in a patchwork. Not that I’ve ever seen stars. No Red from the mining colonies sees the stars.
Red Rising · Pierce Brown
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