Sam Cortland hated Adarlan. Hated the place where his mother had died, hated it for being the place where his beloved had cried, where she believed him to be dead. But the gods wished nothing other than this path for him. So he would follow it.
Sam Cortland took a deep, shuddering breath, and turned to face the City of Glass.
My name is Sam Cortland, and I will not be afraid.
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Rising Flames | Throne of Glass
Fanfiction❛You know,❜ he purred, velvet voice raking talons down her spine, ❛I rather like you, princess.❜ [Cover image CTTO]
