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.

Now I was the girl who’d found her own way. And I also had something to lose.

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.

“I’m saying that when I helped Holland’s daughter escape Bastian, I fell out of her good graces.”

Saint was a bastard, but he was mine. He belonged to me. And even more unbelievable, I really did love him.

“You can’t be serious,” Paj rasped. “Is there a bastard from here to the Narrows you’re not related to?”

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.