I glared at him. “I wish you’d stay out of my room.”“That’s a funny joke, princess, when you’re talking to a thief.

But even if the captain rewrites his own history, how could it affect your reality? I’m from a place you call a fairy tale, and I’m still here.” "But . . . the Vaadi Al-Maas was real once. People believed in it.” "I believe in you. Simple enough, right?” His smile was heartbreaking.

If you could go anywhere, where would you want to go?” “Could we find a map of someplace perfect?”“Like paradise?” I asked, teasing. “Here? No.” He stared upward, the first stars shining in his eyes. “A better place. Someplace where nothing goes wrong. There must be a myth like that somewhere.” I bit my lip; my shoulders fell. “Navigation involves the beliefs of the Navigator and the mapmaker. And I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who truly believes in a world without suffering.

Jesus, Dad,” I said as people stared. “Someone will rob you.”The captain laughed. “Yeah.” He jerked his chin toward Kash. “Him.

And what of the memories Nix had claimed to have? The memories I was missing? Was my mind so malleable a stranger could change it? Were all of my thoughts now suspect? The wounds and the wonders I’d carried from my youth—the dreams and desires I’d fostered for my future . . . the love and longing for the girl who’d stolen my heart?

Where are you going?” "Out. Like you.” He raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t press for more information. "One should always make one’s own mistakes, instead of the mistakes of others, amira.” "Out like me, then.

I never knew you had such a fine eye for fabrics,” I said as we continued up the street. “You should have been a tailor instead of a thief.”“I have a fine eye for all things, amira, which is why I’m a thief and not a tailor.