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

by Rachel Gillig

But the gargoyle merely made a hmpf sound and threw himself down into one of the hearty hickory chairs. “Just as well. Sometimes, Bartholomew, I think her quite the bitch.” “Gargoyle!” “I am simply saying what is on my heart. Who would fault me for that?”

The gargoyle called from the chancel. “If you wish to Divine before the bitch—excuse me—before the abbess arrives, best get cracking.”

Im screaminggg

“Is that common in the king’s service?” the gargoyle pondered. “An abysmal lack of knowledge?”

The gargoyle remained cross-eyed a second, then slowly turned his gaze to me. “Did he just try to smite me, Bartholomew?”

“Huzzah!” He clapped his stone hands. “Oh, what fun. A whirlwind adventure—”

Why is this book so funny

not one of your precious gods, Diviner.” His eyes flickered in the darkness. “I’m the one who’s killing them.”

“Excuse me, I am a thief as well as an assailant,” the gargoyle said, breaking free of my clutches and sticking up his nose. “Nothing petty about that.”

“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.”

“For the sake of my sanity, put Bartholomew out of her misery. Tell her you’re in love with her.”

“No,” he said, spilling his wine when Rory tried to drag him from her bedside for a proper sleep. “I want to stay.”

Why he always drinking

“If you value your friend when he fights your battles for you—when he is rogue and ruthless—you must value him when he is gentle, too. Otherwise you do not value him at all.”

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

“It’s hard to see who I am when I am lost in what’s expected of me.”

“That’s all well and good,” the gargoyle said from the corner of the room. He shook a blanket at me. “But who’s going to tuck me in?”