The Knight and the Moth (The Stonewater Kingdom, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

“Just as well. Sometimes, Bartholomew, I think her quite the bitch.”

“Fear not, Bartholomew! Every day has its dog.”

He made a crude sound of flatulence and didn’t get up.

“How undignified.” The gargoyle let out a whimper. “Did anyone see me fall?”

The gargoyle batted his eyes. “Oh, Bartholomew. He’s dreamy.”

“Don’t worry, Bartholomew,” the gargoyle called. “If you accidentally kill her, I will not be upset.”

go ahead. Ask me to be your pigeon.”

It is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else’s cause than to sit with who we are without one.”

“But who’s going to tuck me in?”

“Let’s hope you never die,” the gargoyle said. “I hear graves are rather constrictive.”