A Touch of Gold

A Touch of Gold

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Overview

Gold is wealth. Wealth is power. Power is a curse.

King Midas once had the ability to turn all he touched into gold. But after his gift—or curse—almost killed his daughter, Midas relinquished The Touch forever. Ten years later, Princess Kora still bears the consequences of her father’s wish: her skin shines golden, rumors follow her everywhere she goes, and she harbors secret powers that are getting harder to hide.

Kora spends her days locked in the palace, concealed behind gloves and veils, trying to ignore the stares and gossip of courtiers. It isn’t until a charming young duke arrives that Kora realizes there may be someone out there who doesn’t fear her or her curse. But their courtship is disrupted when a thief steals precious items from the kingdom, leaving the treasury depleted and King Midas vulnerable. Thanks to her unique ability to sense gold, Kora is the only one who can track the thief down. As she sails off on her quest, Kora learns that not everything is what it seems—not thieves, not pirates, and not even curses. She quickly discovers that gold—and the power it brings—is more dangerous than she’d ever believed.

Midas learned his lesson at a price. What will Kora’s journey cost?

From author Annie Sullivan comes A Touch of Gold, the untold story of the daughter King Midas turned to gold, perfect for fans of Cinder and The Wrath and the Dawn.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781545906910
Publisher: Mission Audio
Publication date: 08/14/2018
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 6.38(w) x 5.44(h) x 0.56(d)

About the Author

Annie Sullivan grew up in Indianapolis, Indiana. She received her Masters degree in Creative Writing from Butler University. She loves fairytales, everything Jane Austen, and traveling. Her wanderlust has taken her to every continent, where she’s walked on the Great Wall of China, found four-leaf clovers in Ireland, waddled with penguins in Antarctica, and cage dived with great white sharks in South Africa. You can follow her adventures on Twitter (@annsulliva) or on her blog: anniesullivanauthor.wordpress.com.

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CHAPTER 1

I've only ever turned one person to gold, and that was an accident. It was before I knew what I could do, before I knew that people were right to fear me.

Although the nobles don't know about my powers, money still changes hands at the tables before me as they bet on how long my newest suitor, Duke Wystlinos, will last. Some brokers even take bets on whether he'll scream when he sees me.

I roll my eyes — not that anyone can see it beneath my thick veil. Only one of my former suitors, Lord Primtim, had screamed. Thankfully, we'd been out in the rose garden, where most people couldn't hear.

The light coming in from the stained glass windows reflects off the sliver of golden skin visible in the gap between my gloves and sleeves. I quickly yank the material down before folding my hands back in my lap like I always do to keep from touching things.

You can never be too careful. Not when it comes to gold. Or to curses.

I pray that a trip out to the garden is all it will take to dissuade Duke Wystlinos. Once he sees my skin, he'll flee like all the rest, and I can retreat to the library to read about the mythical island of Jipper that I'll never get to visit.

I stifle a yawn. I was up too late reading last night, trying to put Duke Wystlinos's visit from my mind.

"Don't let the duke see you yawning like that, Kora," my cousin Hettie says. She towers over me as she leans on the chair beside mine. She inherited the same height as her father and mine, while I share my mother's more petite frame.

Her auburn curls bounce and her curvy lips pout forward as she plops down and pulls a platter of grapes closer. A servant brings her a tray full of cheeses, dark brown barley bread dripping with honey, and several olives that threaten to roll off as the servant's hands become shakier the closer he gets to me.

"Good morning, Hettiana," I mutter, putting extra emphasis on her full name. I'm the only one who uses it — and only to annoy her.

She ignores me. "We don't want you scaring Duke Wystlinos away until he's had a chance to see what other maidens the kingdom has to offer." She sighs dramatically. "Then again, I suppose that's what you want, isn't it? Me, an old maid like you." She examines the remaining grapes in the cluster before selecting a particularly plump one.

What I want is to put an end to the suitors — Hettie can have whichever one she wants. I'd let Hettie marry Duke Wystlinos in a heartbeat, but with the palace coffers what they are, Uncle Pheus made it quite clear that I'll need to marry into wealth to give my family any hope of holding on to the throne. He'd pushed me to accept an offer from the duke, should one be made, because in addition to deep coffers, Wystlinos will bring stability to the kingdom as it continues its recovery from the Orfland Wars.

Hettie knows the state of the kingdom as well as I do, which is why she's hoping some dashing lord will come along and take her far, far away from Lagonia. And I can't blame her. How many times have I dreamt of leaving since my father turned me to gold ten years ago?

I just wish Hettie wouldn't bring up all my suitors so often. But since she's one of the few people in the world who isn't afraid of me, I tolerate her and her single-mindedness.

She squishes her barley bread into the pools of honey that have slid off the top.

I look away. I already ate this morning in my room. It's too hard to eat in front of others when you're wearing a veil, and my stomach is in knots anyway.

"I wouldn't mind being the hostess of all those parties Duke Wystlinos throws," Hettie continues. "I've heard he brings in performers from as far away as Kalakhosia."

I suppress the urge to roll my eyes again. I've received invitations to his parties because I'm the princess, and it'd be a grave insult to be left off the guest list entirely. Though, as a cursed girl with golden skin, it's understood that I'll never attend.

A voice at the back of the main hall cries out, "His Majesty, King Midas," and I wish I'd tried a little harder to avoid this meeting. To avoid exposing myself to one more duke or lord who will spread tales about me and look at me in disgust. Maybe if I asked my father — really asked — he would stop the parade of suitors. That is, if he could stand to be in the same room as me for more than ten seconds.

After my skin reverted to gold, our relationship effectively ended. He couldn't stand the sight of me — still can't — and it broke my heart. The times we talk now are mumbled greetings necessitated by the presence of others in the room. Otherwise, we avoid one another entirely.

It's not like I expected my father to apologize for turning me to gold. It was an accident, one he wishes didn't happen as much as I do. But he didn't even come to comfort me when the nightmares began. He didn't take my hand and tell me that it would be all right, that we'd get through this together. He left me to deal with the curse alone. I've never figured out if it's due to guilt or disgust, and I've never had the courage to ask because I'm not sure I want to know.

All around the hall, benches and chairs scrape across the stone floor as the nobles rise to their feet.

Right in front of the dais where I sit is Archduke Ralton, with his polished bald head on full display. As expected, he's positioned near the king's table. He wants to see me fail, to make sure the monarchy stays weak. I've even heard rumors he's gathering funds to raise an army against my father. Ralton keeps saying we need to focus more on fighting the pirates pillaging our coasts and less on finding me a husband, which my uncle always points out is due mostly to the fact Ralton doesn't want a strong line of succession in place. As both my father and the kingdom grow weaker, it becomes more likely the archduke will make a bid for the throne one day — and we may not be strong enough to stop him.

That's the other reason Duke Wystlinos is here.

He's Archduke Ralton's nephew. They supposedly had a falling out a few years back, but Uncle Pheus seems to think having a blood relation in line for the throne will appease Ralton. Or at least make him think twice about attacking.

I turn my gaze to the figures working their way down the main aisle. I can just make out my father's stooped form clinging to my uncle's arm. Long gone are the days when I could spot him in any crowd due to his stature and merry laugh. People call me a ghost because of the way I cling to the shadows of the palace, but the moniker applies more to my father. His skin is as pale as mine is gold.

While his legs struggle to shuffle forward, my father's eyes dart again and again in the direction of his tower. The same tower where he probably spent most of the morning sitting in a small wooden chair next to the twelve objects he'd turned to gold years ago. Minus me, the unlucky thirteenth object.

From anywhere in the palace, I can sense the items — a side effect of once being among them. But I'm not drawn to them the way my father is. For years, the gold has greedily called to him, begging for his attention every moment of the day, telling him he can never part with it, making him believe he can't live without it. Eventually, the lies the magic whispered came true. He needs the gold. If he goes too long without sitting near it, he grows visibly weaker, as if being near the gold is the only thing keeping him alive. And every day, he must remain longer and longer to gain enough energy to face the day.

This is one of the consequences Dionysus warned my father about, another way for his "gift" to plague my family. I have no doubt the cruel god enjoys the irony — my father asked for power over gold to revive his kingdom, but now the gold holds power over the king.

I don't ever want the gold to have power over me like that. That's why I avoid reaching my mind out to it, afraid I will become dependent as well. Sometimes I wonder if he could survive without being near it, as he's proven he can survive without me.

Hettie's elbow jabs into my side. "Do you see him yet?"

"No," I reply, exasperated. If she can't see Duke Wystlinos, there's no way I can.

I knot my fingers together to resist the urge to pull my golden braid over my shoulder and twirl the end through my fingers.

A group of women bow, and I glimpse a dark head bent toward my uncle, who whispers something. As Uncle Pheus finishes, Duke Wystlinos throws his head back and laughs. The sound echoes around the room. Duke Wystlinos then confidently strides forward, one arm holding his sword hilt as if that's the most natural position in the world.

He turns to several nobles as he passes, clasping outstretched hands.

He bypasses his uncle without a glance. For his part, Ralton makes a show of turning up his nose and looking away. While I'm glad my family isn't the only one who has drama, I can't help but doubt that putting Duke Wystlinos on the throne will appease the archduke. His nephew appears to be the only person he despises more than my father and uncle. Well, and me.

The duke is tall and can't be more than a few years older than me. Tousled black hair falls around his face. He's muscular without being large, and his square jaw is balanced by a straight nose. His face is all angles, but they come together in a way that makes it hard to look away.

I can see why all the housemaids were a tizzy when his visit was announced. He's certainly lived up to his reputation.

He's wearing a bright purple jacket laced with intricate designs. Silver thread swirls up and down the sleeves, chest, and back, giving him the appearance of a living tapestry and making him stand out against my uncle's less-adorned black jacket. He reminds me of the daring sea captains I read about who go off in search of lost islands and distant shores.

He spots me. A smile spreads across his lips.

I suck in a breath. I tell myself it has nothing to do with the way that smile makes me want to smile back. The breath is only to steady me for what's to come.

The entire party comes to a stop before me.

My father's graying hair contrasts with Pheus's dark locks, so much so that you'd think they were separated by decades instead of only two years. It's one of many differences between them, and not a day goes by that I'm not thankful for Pheus's presence and concern for me. He's the glue that has been holding the kingdom together as my father grows weaker, the one who runs every council meeting and judges every dispute brought before the crown.

"My daughter." My father stumbles over the words. He seems to collapse inwardly like he always does when he's in the same room with me. I notice his clothes are rumpled, and I can't remember if they're the same ones he wore yesterday.

Thankfully, Uncle Pheus is there to not only support my father, but to finish the introduction. "Princess Kora, may I introduce Duke Aris Wystlinos."

"Princess." The duke bows. He doesn't drop the smile as he addresses me, which either means he's not nervous or he's very good about hiding it. I'm not sure which I prefer.

He flicks dark hair out of his eyes as he straightens. "I am honored to make your acquaintance."

I offer the smallest curtsy in return. I'm not sure if it's low enough or not. Maybe if my tutors had stuck around after I'd been turned to gold, I would've executed it without concern, but these days most of my education comes from books and books alone. After deciding I don't care if the curtsy is proper enough, I raise my head and finally meet Duke Wystlinos's gaze.

"Welcome to the palace, Duke Wystlinos," I intone. "We are most honored by your visit." Everyone in the room knows I'm lying, but we're nobles. We're used to playing this stupid game of saying things we don't mean.

Uncle Pheus smiles in encouragement, and Hettie keeps shifting next to me, as if she thinks by moving enough, the duke will eventually be forced to look at her.

Instead, his eyes stay locked on mine. Or where mine would be if the veil weren't covering my face.

"Princess, if you're finished with your meal, perhaps we could walk together in the rose garden?" The way the duke says it holds such confidence, even though I know he's been instructed by Uncle Pheus to take me to the garden, where I can be embarrassed in peace. Still, he almost manages to make the visit sound intriguing, like something I should want because he wants it.

I'm not drawn in by his easy self-assurance. I've dealt with men like him before, ones who rely on their charm and bravado to advance them politically. But I have my own reasons for wanting to go to the rose garden. Nothing brings out my skin tone more than glints of sunlight, and nothing scares a suitor away faster.

"Of course," I say.

Uncle Pheus nods. As usual, my father refuses to look at me, and I wonder if he feels as ashamed as I do by this charade.

I wait for Duke Wystlinos to make his way around the head table so we can venture outside and get this over with.

He holds his arm out to me. It's an unexpected move, and I freeze.

My breath catches in my throat, and my hands clench together, my heartbeat thudding loudly as I stare at his outstretched arm.

What if he's wearing gold?

Seconds tick by. Too long. I've kept him waiting too long.

Surely Uncle Pheus checked. Because Archduke Ralton would have us removed from the palace in a heartbeat if I turned Duke Wystlinos to gold in front of everyone.

My eyes frantically search for Uncle Pheus, but he's helping my father up onto the dais. I'm out of options. And time.

I pull down my sleeves so they're flush with my gloves — the fabric is already beginning to fray from the repetitive action — and take a calming breath.

I pray Uncle Pheus did check because I have no other choice than to unclamp my hands and loop my arm through the duke's.

CHAPTER 2

There. Nothing happened.

I exhale, and my heartbeat settles. I should've known Uncle Pheus would check. He always does.

Duke Wystlinos and I take stiff steps toward the balcony door. The cool air hits me once we're outside, and I sense him relax. I breathe in and out, happy to not have the tepid indoor air continually circulating under my veil.

Past the long stretch of gardens and the labyrinth of houses beyond the palace wall, tall mountains loom in the distance, the same mountains where the Great Oracle is rumored to live. I've always hated those mountains, always felt like she must be up there watching us, wondering why we haven't lived up to her prophecy — of making Lagonia prosper.

An early spring snow still rests on the highest peaks, but down here, temperate air drifts in from the sea on the other side of the palace. I look away from the mountains and breathe in the salty scent to calm my mind.

We walk down the steps toward the maze of hedges. Morning light casts shadows on the pathways, which lead to several small courtyards containing fountains and benches. In between these courtyards are corridors lined with newly blooming roses that lazily bob their heads as morning dew drips off them.

My father's prized birds chirp in cages hidden throughout the garden. For a few moments, that's the only sound, as Duke Wystlinos is yet to speak.

I prefer the silence. When my first suitor arrived, I'd foolishly harbored hope that I'd finally have someone to talk to. But, like the others after him, all he'd wanted to discuss was my father's gold. So rather than hope for the best, I mull over any number of topics I could bring up to scare Wystlinos away. My father's curse. My curse. The gold. The empty treasury. But I don't — not yet. He'll inevitably ask about each subject on his own sooner or later, and that way, when Uncle Pheus asks, I can pretend I tried to give this suitor a chance.

"Your uncle told me you like to read books on sailing," Duke Wystlinos ventures.

This is a new tactic. "Yes."

I answered. That counts as trying, right?

"I've sailed extensively," he replies. "Is there any place that particularly interests you?"

"Jipper," I blurt out before I can stop myself. But it doesn't matter. In fact, mentioning a fantasy island that no one has ever set eyes on and is rumored to move around the sea might even help.

When I'd asked my second suitor, the merchant's son, about Jipper, he rushed off to respond to the imagined call of his father. Apparently, mentioning an island most of the world doesn't believe exists has that effect, so I steel myself for the duke's response.

He doesn't laugh or run away. He just looks at me, smiling slightly. "To my knowledge, no man has ever set foot on Jipper."

I almost sigh. A typical diplomatic answer. Neither an agreement nor a disagreement that might upset the other party, just a simple restating of a fact. He must've studied under my tutors after they abandoned me.

It's probably better for everyone if I end this now. I reach for the edge of my veil.

"But I wouldn't mind being the first," Duke Wystlinos continues.

My hand stops. "Really?" I pull back on his arm and study his face, waiting for a mocking tone that simply isn't there.

(Continues…)



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A Touch of Gold 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Anonymous 30 days ago
absolutely was in love with this book all the way.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book! She speaks to young girls everywhere! We do not inherit our patent’s sins!!! I can’t wait for the next book!!
Shelley Murray More than 1 year ago
The story of King Midas isn't one you see many retelling of, and I loved this unique twist on the tale. This YA Fantasy has just enough of a romance element that I alllllmost want to tag it YA Romance as well as Fantasy. However, the real focus of the story is Kora and her journey. There are a couple of big plot twists that I saw coming from a mile away, and another one or two that I actually didn't see coming. I really loved the bits with the sirens the most - as a mermaid lover, it's definitely my favorite part! The side characters are also really great, especially Hettie and Rat. Adore! Also, while this book can be read as a stand alone because the main plotlines do wrap in this book, it also leaves room for a sequel with it's own mission/plot. It's really refreshing in a time where YA seems to all come in massive trilogies with cliffhangers between books, so you're forced to read the next one.
Faye_reviews More than 1 year ago
Princess Kora, daughter of the famed King Midas still lives with the remnants of her father's wish gone wrong, as a result has lived her life secluded in the castle where even the servants are afraid of the curse. Her father is wasting away, his life is deeply entwined with the gold of the curse. When Duke Aris comes to court her, she has hope for the first time that someone understands her and isn't repelled by the curse. But when her father's life is threatened by the theft of the cursed gold, Kora must leave the palace for the first time in order to save her father's life, Aris offers his ship, and they set sail in pursuit of the stolen gold. Kora is joined by her extroverted cousin, Hettie, who stows away on the ship. She meets the mysterious Captain Royce, as well as many members of his crew including the twin Thipps and Phipps. Told in the first person, we get to see through Kora's eyes and experiences as she steps outside her castle and kingdom walls, facing pirates, mermaids, and unforeseen betrayals. I loved the originality of the plot, I'd never before thought about what might have happened to Mida's daughter after her father's unfortunate wish, but it is utterly genius! It was a bit slow to start for me, but the original plot really hooked me, but just as I began to think that everything was getting predictable---plot twist! Then everything was non-stop and I couldn't put the book down and read way into the wee hours of the morning. There was great character development, and some are not what they appear at first glance. I can't say what the twist was, but I loved every bit of it as I don't know why but instantly liked Royce from the very first. Thipps and Phipps were humorous brothers and I loved their loyalty and sacrifices. Hettie can appear rather shallow at first, but is a fun, and supportive friend. Overall, this is a fantastic read that I think would be especially appealing to fans of fairy tale re-tellings. Full of adventure, with pirates, a treasure hunt, and treacherous seas. Definitely surprised me with how much I truly enjoyed it. An action packed, good clean adventure, with a strong heroine, and fantastic plot!
eclecticbookwrm More than 1 year ago
This is such a fun retelling of King Midas. Princess Kora, the daughter of King Midas, has been kept cloistered in the castle of their kingdom nearly her entire life. Since her father received the Touch of Gold, and turned her golden. More than her skin is gold -- Kora has the ability to sense gold. When a thief steals precious gold from the treasury and King Midas weakens, Kora's powers become crucial to her father's reign. She must track down the gold, setting off across the sea with a heartthrob duke and pirate with something to hide. I really loved everything about this story, and quickly devoured it. I'm so excited Sullivan is continuing this series, and cannot wait to read the next one.
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TheThoughtSpot More than 1 year ago
A pirating adventure full of dynamic characters! Thanks to NetGalley and Blink for the opportunity to read and review A Touch of Gold by Annie Sullivan. This story introduces the daughter of King Midas, Princess Kora, who has seen the bad end of "the curse of the golden touch" which was given to her father by Dionysus. Her skin is the color of gold and she’s been kept hidden for her protection since the curse. Someone steals the king’s gold, the gold that gives him strength. Kora can sense where the gold is, so she sets off on a mission with Duke Aris to retrieve the gold and help her father gain his strength back. Kora’s cousin Hettie sneaks on board for the trip only to be disheartened when she discovers how the ship’s living conditions are unlike the palace’s. Aris has gotten the crew that he’s sailed with for years but things seem to be changing and the crew might not be trustworthy anymore. As their search for the gold continues, Kora and Hettie adapt to life on the ship, while training for sword fighting and gaining friendships. The two of them soon discover who they can and can’t trust. The crew also sees the true horror that Captain Skulls encompasses, with dire circumstances. Touch of Gold is a pirating adventure with originality and dynamic characters, 5 stars! * I received a complimentary copy of this book for voluntary review consideration and all opinions and thoughts are my own.
KarenfromDothan More than 1 year ago
Kora is the daughter of King Midas and just as cursed as he is. With her golden skin and her unusual abilities, she has been kept out of the public eye, and so has had little contact with the outside world. With the kingdom’s coffers running low, Kora’s uncle has begun bringing eligible suitors to the castle, but they’ve all fled in terror. Until one day . . . . This YA novel is based on the Nathaniel Hawthorne version of the King Midas myth. The one where Dionysus grants Midas’s wish and everything he touches turns to gold including his young daughter. This version changes the story a little bit and takes it in a different direction. A Touch of Gold is a thrilling adventure story complete with pirates, romance and betrayal. Its characters range from the feisty and determined to the downright ghoulish. The storyline is interesting and the action fast. A satisfying read for anyone who likes mythology or fantasy or a good adventure story.