Citati
In the dim candlelight of his quarters on the Lark, he’d watch me, one hand on his quill and the other on the green rye glass that sat on his desk.
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.
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.
In the dim candlelight of his quarters on the Lark, he’d watch me, one hand on his quill and the other on the green rye glass that sat on his desk.
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.
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.
It doesn’t matter why we’re here, West. We’re here. I need someone to trust with my life.”
His mouth pressed into a hard line.
“You don’t trust me, but I trust you.” My voice lowered.
“You have no reason to trust me.”
I crossed my arms, looking away from him. “You came back.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I sat on the cliffs above the beach on Jeval every night, imagining the sails of my father’s ship on the horizon. Hoping he’d come back for me.” I paused. “He didn’t—you did.”
He looked up then, his eyes meeting mine.
“I want to dredge for the Marigold. I want to get you out from under Saint.”
He leaned into the wall behind him, scratching the scruff at his jaw. “I never should have let you onto the Marigold in the first place.”
“What does this have to do with what happened on Jeval?”
“Everything.”
“You just told Saint that you gave me passage to save your own neck.”
“I took you off Jeval because I didn’t want to leave you there,” he breathed. “I couldn’t leave you there.” It was the first thing he’d said to me that had the heavy weight of truth in the words.
His mouth pressed into a hard line.
“You don’t trust me, but I trust you.” My voice lowered.
“You have no reason to trust me.”
I crossed my arms, looking away from him. “You came back.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I sat on the cliffs above the beach on Jeval every night, imagining the sails of my father’s ship on the horizon. Hoping he’d come back for me.” I paused. “He didn’t—you did.”
He looked up then, his eyes meeting mine.
“I want to dredge for the Marigold. I want to get you out from under Saint.”
He leaned into the wall behind him, scratching the scruff at his jaw. “I never should have let you onto the Marigold in the first place.”
“What does this have to do with what happened on Jeval?”
“Everything.”
“You just told Saint that you gave me passage to save your own neck.”
“I took you off Jeval because I didn’t want to leave you there,” he breathed. “I couldn’t leave you there.” It was the first thing he’d said to me that had the heavy weight of truth in the words.
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