Namesake (Fable, #2)

by Adrienne Young

But that night in Dern, when we said we wouldn’t lie to each other, he hadn’t told me the whole truth. And I was afraid of what I might find if he did. That when I saw him again, he would look different to me. That he would look like Saint.

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

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

remembering the first time I’d seen him on the docks. The first time I’d seen him smile. The first time I’d seen his darkness and every time he’d seen mine. We were salt and sand and sea and storm. We were made in the Narrows.