As the daughter of the most powerful trader in the Narrows, the sea is the only home seventeen-year-old Fable has ever known. It’s been four years since the night she watched her mother drown during an unforgiving storm. The next day her father abandoned her on a legendary island filled with thieves and little food. To survive she must keep to herself, learn to trust no one and rely on the unique skills her mother taught her. The only thing that keeps her going is the goal of getting off the island, finding her father and demanding her rightful place beside him and his crew. To do so Fable enlists the help of a young trader named West to get her off the island and across the Narrows to her father.
But her father’s rivalries and the dangers of his trading enterprise have only multiplied since she last saw him and Fable soon finds that West isn't who he seems. Together, they will have to survive more than the treacherous storms that haunt the Narrows if they're going to stay alive.
"A vividly drawn maritime setting, dramatic sea dives and daring rescues, not one but two formidable villains, and a swoony romance make this a treat for seafarers and landlubbers alike."—The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
"As an author, Young’s strength is in her ability to craft both strong female protagonists and worlds that are filled with realistic details."—Culturess
"Gripping, immersive, and absolutely masterful, Fable reels you in with the promise of beauty, and holds you tight with Young’s signature grit."—Adalyn Grace, New York Times bestselling author of All The Stars and Teeth
"A dark maritime fantasy . . . immersive . . . and rich in sensory details. For readers who can’t get enough of strong female protagonists."—Kirkus Reviews
"An exciting tale of lost treasure, love, and survival."—School Library Journal
"Young blends adventure and intrigue in this lush nautical duology opener, crafting a flinty world in which danger lurks at every turn."—Publishers Weekly
That bastard was leaving me again.
Between the trees, I could see Koy and the others kicking up sand as they pushed off the beach. The skiff slid into the water, and I ran faster, my bare feet finding their way over twisted...