Ship of Magic (Liveship Traders, #1)

by Robin Hobb

A strange odd light had come into Kyle’s eyes. The beginnings of a smile hovered at the corners of his mouth. “You are a Haven,” he pointed out with quiet pride. Wintrow met his gaze. There was neither defiance nor the will to injure, but the words were clear. “I’m a Vestrit.” He looked down to the bloody handprints on Vivacia’s deck, to the severed forefinger that still rested there. “You’ve made me a Vestrit.” He smiled without joy or mirth.