Namesake (Fable, #2)

by Adrienne Young

I wasn’t just some Jevali dredger or a pawn in Zola’s feud with West. I was Saint’s daughter. And before I left the Luna, every bastard on this crew was going to know it.

There are some things that can’t be carved from a person, no matter how far from home they’ve sailed.

“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.