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360 pages, Hardcover
First published March 16, 2021
We were salt and sand and sea and storm.
We were made in the Narrows.
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Helmsman. Dredger. Trader. Orphan. Father.
Daughter.
We were salt and sand and sea and storm.
"You can't keep trying to take control of everything. You can't save everyone, West."
There was no way to undo it. No amount of coin or power could turn time back to that night in Tempest Snare, or the day Isolde showed up, asking for a place on Saint’s crew. It was one long series of tragically beautiful knots that bound us together.
He shrugged. “You’re Jevali.”
“No, I’m not.”
His gaze was pinned to the sky. “I figure if you’ve ever fallen asleep on that island not sure if you’ll wake up again, that makes you a Jevali.”
We were salt and sand and sea and storm.
We were made in the Narrows.
“Helmsman. Dredger. Trader. Orphan. Father.
Daughter.”
“There was no way to undo it. No amount of coin or power could turn time back to that night in Tempest Snare, or the day Isolde showed up, asking for a place on Saint’s crew. It was one long series of tragically beautiful knots that bound us together.”
“I’d been a fool. I’d let myself believe, even if it was just for a moment, that I was safe. That I’d found a home and a family. And in the time it took to draw a single breath, it was all torn away.”
“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 was a lifeblood that connected the people who were born on those shores. The ones who sailed those waters. The people of the Narrows couldn’t be bought.”
“and I let out the breath I’d been holding (...)”
“I remembered I wasn’t the girl who’d leapt for the ladder of the Marigold anymore. The one who’d begged and scraped to survive the years on Jeval so she could go searching for the man who didn’t want her. Now I was the girl who’d found her own way. And I also had something to lose.”
“Whether I liked it or not, there were pieces of me that had been carved by those years on Jeval. It had changed me. In a way, it had made me.”
“Saint was a bastard, but he was mine. He belonged to me. And even more unbelievable, I really did love him.”
“That I’d loved him with the same fire that I’d hated him. That if anything happened to Saint, a part of me would be taken with him.”
“We were salt and sand and sea and storm.
We were made in the Narrows.”
❥ this book was just as atmospheric but at the same time better than its predecessor. so PLOT FOCUSED and there was more scheming, manipulation, people trying to kill off our heroine, pirates fighting over who ruled what territory, and other sea adventures.
❥ the RELATIONSHIP between Fable and her father was what made this book for me. it was just so heartbreakingly beautiful. i wish there was more, but the one on one chapter between the two of them said it all.
❥ the ROMANCE aahhh. i should probably chastise West because him being so whipped for Fable turned him into an incompetent crew leader, but i loved that he’d do anything for Fable even when it was unasked for and only created more problems lol.
We were salt and sand and sea and storm.
We were made in the Narrows.