The Record Keeper (Murphy Shepherd, #3)

by Charles Martin

hope is what feeds us. It’s the currency of mankind. The fuel of the soul. Without it, we wither and die.

We didn’t know who we were, and more importantly, we didn’t know whose we were—forever proving that identity precedes purpose. You can’t know who you are until you’ve settled whose you are.

“Mutiny is easier to prevent if all the sailors never sail on the same ship at the same time.”

Bones’s kingdom one man walked into the slave market and said, “What’s the price? For all of them.” And when the slave master quoted the price, Bones never flinched. He paid it. With his life.