Fable Adrienne Young Quotes

He looked at me with a hundred stories lit behind his eyes.

Like a weary bird flying out over the most desolate sea, I finally had a place to land.

Isolde was the wind and sea and sky of Saint's world. She was the pattern of stars that he navigated by, the sum of all directions on his compass. And he was lost without her.

The only safety that existed was in being completely alone.

My mother had loved Saint with a love that could set fire to the sea

Home was a ship that was at the bottom of the sea, where my mother's bones lay sleeping.

I loved her with a love that broke me.

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

Like light cast over the morning water, it became new. Every moment that lay ahead, like an uncharted sea. this was a new beginning.

you weren't made for this world, Fable.

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

I'd crossed the Narrows for a man who's probably never even loved me. For a dream that would never come true.

What he was saying-the things he told me-was his way of showing me he trusted me. It was also his way of giving me the match. If I wanted to, I could burn him down. But if we were going to do this, I would have to be his safe harbor and he would have to be mine.

Because that kiss broke open some dark night sky within me filled with stars and moons and flaming comets. That darkness was replaced by the blazing fire of the sun racing under my skin.

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.

What I want is not to die alone," she said, her voice suddenly small. "I didn't really choose this life. It's just the only one I have...

I underestimated my ability to be on this ship with you and not touch you.

Because you and I have cursed ourselves, Fable. We will always have something to lose. I knew it that day in Tempest Snare when I kissed you. I knew it in Dern when I told you that I loved you.

I have thought about you every single day since that day. Maybe every hour. I've counted days to go back to the island, and I pushed us into storms I shouldn't have because I didn't want to not be there when you woke up. I didn't want you to wait for me. Ever. Or to think I wasn't coming back." He paused. "I struck the deal with Saint because I wanted the ship, but I kept it because of you. When you got off the Marigold in Ceros and I didn't know if I would ever see you again, I thought . . . I felt like I couldn't breathe.

You want something in this life?" She came to stand over me. "You take it, Fable.

She was the sun and the sea and the moon in one. She was the north star that pulled us to the shore.

The Lark. the place my mother's story ended. Any in many ways, the place where mine began.

She was the pattern of stars that he navigated by, the sum of all directions on his compass. And he was lost without her.

Nothing was what it seemed. Every truth was twisted. Every lie carefully constructed.

Nothing is free

I didn’t plan to be a father. I didn’t want to be one. But the first time I held you in my hands, you were so small. I had never been so terrified of anything in my life. I feel like I’ve barely slept since the night you were born.

We both know that surviving means sometimes doing things that haunt you.

My father had always told me that seabirds were the souls of lost traders. To turn them away or not give them a place to land or nest was bad luck.

Don't draw attention to yourself. It's better to be no one than to be someone in this city.

I didn't belong on the land or on the docks or the cities that lay across the Narrows, The place I belonged was gone

That was one of Saint's rules. Nothing is free. He wasn't just talking about food or passage or the clothes on your back. He was talking about respect. Safety. Protection. They were things no one owed. And one way or another, you always paid.

I can’t decide if I like you or if I think you’re stupid.” She laughed.

I know you don’t know how to love me. I know you’re not built for it.

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

A look like thunder after a lightning strike lit on his face. Fear wound around every inch of his body and squeezed, and the feel of his hands on me sent a chill up my spine. There was something knowing in the way he looked at me. Something pulled at the knots in the net of lies we'd both told.

He was talking about respect. Safety. Protection. They were things no one owed you. And one way or another, you always paid

It was the spot I'd sat every morning, waiting for my father's ship to return, even though he told me it wasn't coming back... it took me two years to believe him.

I’m on the Marigold to crew.” “No, you’re not.” She sighed, getting to her feet. “You’re on the Marigold to find a family.

My mother had loved Saint with a love that could set fire to the sea.

I’d always wanted to hear him say he loved me. I’d wanted to hear the words so many times. But in that moment, I was suddenly frightened he would. I was terrified to know how badly they would hurt me.

There was something knowing in the way he looked at me. Something that pulled at the knots in the net of lies we’d both told.

The first time I’d seen his darkness and every time he’d seen mine. We were salt and sand and sea and storm.

And I think I’ve loved you since the first time we anchored in Jeval.

Night fell over the sea, painting the Marigold black except for the white sails stretched against the dark, clouded sky. The stars and moon hid, giving no sign of where the sea ended and the sky began, and I liked the feeling. Like we were floating in the air. The west wind was warm, finding its way onto the ship before it ran back to the wake on the water behind us.

Keep your knife where you can reach it. Never, ever owe anyone anything. Nothing is free. Always construct a lie from a truth. Never, under any circumstances, reveal what or who matters to you.

Down here, in the deep, with the Marigold floating above, it was quiet. No Saint or Zola or Jeval. No secrets or lies or half-truths. Down here, we were only two mortals in an upside-down world.

It caught the wind above me as I untied the lines and pulled. The night sky was black and empty, stars cast across it in swirling sprays. There was no moon, leaving the deck of the ship dark below. I leaned into the mast, letting my weight fall into the ropes, and tipped my head back, feeling the wind rush around me.

If it hadn't been my prison, I might even think it was beautiful.

I hoped he wasn't breathing. I hoped he was dead. But I'd never been that lucky.

It was a map.

Over the stern, I could see the clouds rolling over the sea towards us. Hungry. I closed my eyes and drew the humid air into my chest. I'd spent my childhood in the face of storms just like her, many of them angrier than this one. It was the reason only the most daring traders sailed the Narrows. And even though I could feel her power in every bone, every muscle, there was something deep inside of me that opened its eyes from sleep when I felt it. It was terrifying, but familiar. As beautiful as it was deadly.

I stood against the wind, watching the movement of the water around the coral islands. It pushed up the shelf gently, and if it was as calm beneath the surface as it was above, I could do the dive in just minutes

And no matter where I went, I’d never get home. Because home was a ship that was at the bottom of the sea, where my mother’s bones lay sleeping.

It was a world poised on the top of a knife.

My mother looked at me then, with something in her eyes I’d never seen before. A reverence. As if something marvelous and at the same time harrowing had just happened. She blinked, pulling me between her and Saint, and I burrowed in, their warmth instantly making me feel like a child again.

I'd never been to the Unnamed Sea, but my mother was born there. Her leathered skin and callused hands made her look as if she'd grown up on a ship, but she'd come to the Narrows on her own when she was no more than my age, finding a place on Saint's crew as a dredger and leaving her past in the Unnamed Sea behind. She would wrap her arms around me as we sat up on the mast with our feet dangling, and she would tell me about Bastian, the port city she called home, and the huge ships that sailed those deep water. Once, I asked her if she'd ever go back. If she'd take me there one day. But she only said she'd been born for a different life, and so had I.

What he was saying—the things he told me—was his way of showing me he trusted me. It was also his way of giving me the match. If I wanted to, I could burn him down. But if we were going to do this, I would have to be his safe harbor and he would have to be mine.

This time, I left Saint behind.

I dropped my eyes, the sudden flush in my cheeks warming my skin.

It was also his way of giving me the match. If I wanted to, I could burn him down. But if we were going to do this, I would have to be his safe harbor and he would have to be mine.

It wasn't the kind of kiss that lovers shared, but there were a hundred secrets in the way that they looked at each other.

It was tradition for every member of a crew to give a copper to the newest member as a show of good faith. I’d seen my father’s crews do the same many times. But in the years since I first set foot on Jeval, I’d never been given anything. Ever. I didn’t bother trying to hold back my tears. They streamed down my face one after the other as I hugged the hat to me. Like a weary bird flying out over the most desolate sea, I finally had a place to land.

Nothing is free. He wasn’t just talking about food or passage or the clothes on your back. He was talking about respect. Safety. Protection. They were things no one owed you. And one way or another, you always paid.

My mother called it touching the soul of the storm. When she came upon us like that, she was taking us into her heart and letting us see her. She was saying something. And only then would we know what lay within her. Only then would we know who she was.

There was an ocean of lies dragging behind this ship. They'd killed their dredger and another helmsman's stryker. Whatever they'd done in Sowan was spreading in rumors across the Narrows. And if that wasn't enough they were running side trade under the nose or their own employer.

Because that kiss broke open some dark night sky within me filled with stars and moons and flaming comets. That darkness was replaced by the blazing fire of the sun racing under my skin. Because the most deeply buried truth, hidden beneath everything my father taught me, was that I had wanted to touch West a thousand times.

The rope slipped, and I fell flat on my back, hitting the ground so hard that the impact made my lungs curl like fists.

Unnamed Sea.

He’d touched him … softly.

Waterside strays

Nothing is free, they were things no one owed you. They were rules, keep the secret

Le juré a tu madre que te mantendría a salvo. No hay ningún sitio más peligroso en este mundo para ti que a mi lado.

If I had anyone skilled enough to make it, I wouldn’t have commissioned you, Ezra.

He looked at me with a hundred stories lost behind his eyes.

She's saying something. My mother's words found me, there in the black. I pinched my eyes closed, her face coming into perfect view One long, dark red braid over her shoulder. Pale gray eyes the color of morning fog and the sea-dragon necklace around her neck as she looked up into the clouds above us. Isolde loved the storms. That night, the bell rang out and my father came for me, pulling me from my hammock bleary-eyed and confused. and when he put me in the rowboat, I screamed for my mother until my throat was raw. The Lark was already half-sunk, disappearing in the water behind us. My mother called it touching the soul of the storm. When she came upon us like that, she was taking us into her hart and letting us see her. She was saying something. And only then would we know what lay within her. Only then would we know who she was.

But the first time I held you in my hands, you were so small. I had never been so terrified of anything in my life. I feel like I’ve barely slept since the night you were born.

Something sharp caught my forehead and I reached up, realizing I had hit the top of the rock.

Era un mundo que hacía equilibrio sobre la punta de un cuchillo.

Y no importaba quién era yo o lo que había sucedido entre nosotros. Por primera vez en mi vida, estábamos en lados opuestos de una línea.

(...) Si quería, podía quemarlo hasta que quedara reducido a cenizas. Pero si iba a hacer esto, tendría que ser su puerto seguro y él tendría que ser el mío.

Era un monstruo. Todos lo éramos. Y ahora esta tormenta nos iba a hacer pagar por ello.

Lo que quiero es no morir sola. En realidad yo no elegí esta vida. Es simplemente la que tengo. (...) Creo que es un sitio bastante bueno en el que estar cuando la muerte llama a tu puerta.

Nada es gratis, Fable. Los dos sabemos que sobrevivir quiere decir tener que hacer a veces cosas que te atormentan.

I’d crossed the Narrows for a man who’d probably never even loved me. For a dream that would never come true.