"...all ended with her eyes, hell, purgatory, paradise."
Book one: She's no angel, he's no saint.
Book two: Half my soul.
Book three: Dark paradise.
Book four: Tattered wings.
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I don't remember my own story. I may have slept in a hayloft or on a featherbed. I may have eaten from silver dishes or stolen scraps from the kitchen. I may have worn summer silks and jewels in my hair. Or maybe I went barefoot and clawed in the dirt, searching for roots, for gold, for shelter.
I can't recall. There have been too many stories in between, miracles and martyrdoms, too much blood spilled, too much ink. There was a war. There were a thousand wars. I knew a killer. I knew a hero. They might have been the same man.
I remember only how I fell into books, never to rise from their pages, how I was never truly awake until I began to dream of other worlds. I wander now, lost among the shelves. My hand cramps around the pen. I gather dust. But someone has to set down the words, put them in the proper order. I am the library and the librarian, hoarding lives, a catalog for the faithful. Erase my name. Indelible is a word for stories.
Saint of the book. She was Aeolian's favourite saint, a mysterious saint, who don't remember her own name or her own story. But she was the saint who wrote books.
Maybe one day, Aeolian too will be able to write a book of the life she lived, the people she met, the adventures she had. It would be one worthy read, she could guarantee that.
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She closed her little journal and gazed at the mechanical device on the table, it resembled a compass but heavier and larger than a regular compass. A device made by Grisha Fabrikators, an early warning system, that could receive warning of any submersible within a three mile radius.
After Fjerda, Aeolian sailed back to Shu Han at the port city of Bhez Ju to meet her mother because she'd promised, she'll come straight back home after Fjerda. She'd another quest on her mind but she just needed to see Sakura even just for a day or two, because she wasn't sure how the quest would go and where it would take her.
That was the time when she'd received the mechanical device that Kaz Brekker had send so that she'd be safe on her journey, with a note that read: If you can't beat the odds, change the game.
