Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Sam ignored the comment on his newfound confidence, sure that Evie's intentions were not truly complimentary. Of course, she wasn't interested in the guild, and the patronising way she said it made him tense, indignant frustration making him grit his teeth. This was something he had once been used to, every achievement belittled, but...in the years on his own, he had become sensitive again.
"I'm collecting stories and myths to put them into one volume. There are plenty of castles in our stories, Evie. And in the ones from Outlanders, too. Besides, you don't know what's outside the barrier." While his words in of themselves may have been confident arguments delivered from a different person, Sam spoke down to the book and did not look her in the eyes.
Her laughter grated against him. "I could...say the same to you, you know. So why are you here?" Sam felt almost oddly protective of the Atheneum. It was his space, a place he'd always gone to escape from his life.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
