Namesake (Fable, #2)

by Adrienne Young

I felt safe. I didn’t know if I could love someone like my father, but I did. With a love that was deep and pleading. With a love that was terrifying. And I didn’t know what that made me.

“I left you there because I have never loved anything in my life like I love you. Not Isolde. Not the trade. Nothing.”

It was one long series of tragically beautiful knots that bound us together.

We were salt and sand and sea and storm. We were made in the Narrows.