Sam Porter Bridges Novels & Stories

Sam scoffed. “Since Mr. Bridge doesn’t know what’s going on, I have no reason to accept the invitation. I’m here to stay. I’ll explain to Mr. Bridge when I have a chance to travel to Geranium City. “A great man like Mr. Bridge wouldn’t take such a trivial matter to heart.” Sieg frowned at Sam’s little fit. It did not occur to him that despite the mention of Terry, Sam still stood firm on Kaze’s side.

I glanced down, a mixture of doubt and determination gnawing at me. Samantha chuckled, crossing her arms as we stopped near the glass-paneled windows overlooking the bustling city below. “Well, if you want to earn it, here’s a good start. There’s a bid coming up, a huge project that Brooks Group has been eyeing for months. I heard it’s about building a bridge on the outskirts of the city—a way to boost the company’s public image and, you know, win the people’s trust.” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A bridge project? Sounds ambitious.”

He stood by the window, looking out over the old church. When Amara entered, he turned to face her. There was no escape left. No more hiding. She walked directly up to him. "What happened on the bridge?" Samuel closed his eyes. "It was the night everything ended." He sat down slowly. "The man you call The Architect wasn't always called that." "He had another name." "I won't say it." "Not yet." "Because names have power." Damian frowned but remained silent. Samuel continued. "Twenty-two years ago, the three of us met on the River Niger Bridge."

The rules I have learned so far are as follows: o Rule One: Bridges are not allowed to use magic for self-benefit, hence why I am broke. o Rule Two: Bridges are restricted in using magic or thought to cast vengeance or harm to those they have bridged, even unintentionally. o Rule Three: Bridges must endure selected traumatic hardships to better acclimate them to various scenarios of pain, fear, hope, and despair, hence my PTSD, anxiety, and depression. o Rule 4: Bridges cannot undo, tear down, or destroy, by any means, the bridges they laid for others. This basically also plays into the no vengeance or recourse allowed rule.

Ugh, why the fuck am I so jealous? Mark grabs my arms and leads me out of the building. "Well, it was lovely meeting your friends. And look, even your friend Robbie has a new girlfriend. That's quite a relief to me if I am being honest with you, Sammy," Mark says as he puts some gum into his mouth and starts chomping. Mark is the only person who calls me Sammy. It sets him apart from my friend group, along with his British accent. Both drive me crazy, and both are powerful.