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528 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 24, 2020
“We are nothing, Shipwife… If we do not try we are nothing. You are right there. Better to lose it all for what is right than to live in fear.”
“You think it cannot be, Joron Twiner? That we would not murder hundreds for a chance to hunt the keyshans once more?... We sacrifice our own children to our ships, you think those in power care about the lives of the sick and the useless?”
“And if they heard him weep a little, did they care? No, they did not, for what did it matter to them if a brave man wept? It did not make him any less brave, and had they not all wept at some point in their lives? So they smiled to themselves and went on with their jobs, never to mention it again.”
“Look in the mirror when you return to your cabin. Ask yourself if people can change, ask yourself if people can surprise you.”
“Maybe that is the true nature of prophecy—we can only change what is within our reach. So do not worry about the gullaime, do not worry about their prophechy. Hold close those you care for. Worry only about tomorrow, and the day after. Think not on the day after that for we fly the ship of the dead, and the Hag calls us all. To plan far ahead is to ask for the Maiden to thwart all you are. We are in the now. We fight for what we believe is right. We can do nothing else.”
“I was a Hundred Isles shipwife, boy. How many innocents do you think fell to my blade? Too many. You think I would throw away the one person I genuinely care about for those who I know nothing of? Those I care nothing for?... No, never.”
And he felt the song within, the beat of his heart, the high-pitched passage of blood through veins, the cymbal-spatter of thoughts, the crack of muscles and the groan of tendons and it was beautiful. Behind it all was some meaning, and although he could not quite fathom it he felt sure of it it, felt certain that this meaning was only a moment away from him.
"We live in the now. We fight for what we believe is right. We can do nothing else."
“Look in the mirror when you return to your cabin. Ask yourself if people can change, ask yourself if people can surprise you.”
"She may never like you, but you gave her back her life, and now she will die for you."
"If we do not try we are nothing. You are right there. Better to lose it all for what is right than to live in fear.”
The gullaime made their way to the windspire, a curved, pale bone-like piece of rock that sang to Joron—the spires always sang, and it was a song Joron could always hear, a strange counterpoint to his own thoughts, a constant low hum on a scale alien to his own sense of harmony and of what was sharp and what was flat, but still full of beauty and yearning.
“Bad things,” it said again. “Yes, and Meas will stop them.” “And Joron! And Gullaime!” “Yes.” “And Farys, and Means and Solemn Muffaz and Anzir and…” The gullaime went on, joyfully naming the crew and Joron felt sure if he had not interrupted it the creature would have carried on until it had named everyone aboard the ship. “Yes. All of us.”
”These women and men do not know it yet but they have volunteered to join us. Their ship wife is dead, and as of now so are they.” As she walked past the crew of the Maiden’s Bounty, she stared at them. “And the dead belong to me.”
’She touched his arm, a brief squeeze, but in that one touch was so much understanding–I know this is hard for you, I trust you to be strong. And so he followed her down into the depths and he knew that wherever she went he would always follow, for she was his shipwife.’
”Officer Gullaime?” “I suppose,” said Joron, unsure quite what he had promised. “Get shiny badge? Get dye for feather?” “I am sure it can be arranged.” The gullaime trilled, a high-pitched fanfare of delight. The it span in a circle. “Officer Gullaime!”
”All who are brought on this ship, Gullaime, are criminals, and lost and unwanted and hated by others. Meas say Tide Child is a new start.”