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

by Rachel Gillig

You know this story, Bartholomew, though you do not remember it. I’ll tell it to you as best I can and promise to be honest in my talebearing. If I’m not, that’s hardly my fault. To tell a story is in some part to tell a lie, isn’t it?

“Will there be kissing?” the gargoyle asked. “What—no.” Rory made a face.

“You want to throw me down,” Rory said, eyelids dropping as he whispered into my parted lips. “And I, prideful, disdainful, godless, want to drag you into the dirt with me.”

“Where would you bite me, knight?” “Wherever you told me to, Diviner.”

“Bartholomew does not know how to swim. But worry not—” He looked up at me. Smiled proudly. “She has always excelled at drowning.”