Sand

It is not the Salt we conquer. It is ourselves.

So I just found out that Sargo has been abducted to a city eight thousand miles across the Salt. Which means if I ever want to see him again (which I'm pretty sure I do) I'm gonna have to embark on a treacherous voyage to get him back . . .

. . . alone.

Dangerous? Yes. Insane? Definitely. Necessary? Well, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with the guy, so . . . yeah. The problem is, I'm still a massive asshole and I haven't really gotten over this drinking thing. And there might be a teleporter inside my head. Oh, and I still don't know how to sail.

Plus, ever step closer seems to unravel more dark secrets about the people that took him . . . and about me.

Contains mature themes.

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Hljóðbók: 14 januari 2025