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

by Rachel Gillig

“The cathedral, its Omens, its Diviners sit on high,” the gargoyle said plainly. “If you only ever look up at something, can you ever see it clearly?”

Sadness, like birch bark, had all the appearance of frailty. And yet… The tree prevailed.

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

We grow up, searching our guardians for what is right and what is true, thinking they have all the answers, like they already understand the signs of life. But they don’t. No one does.”

Not everything had to hurt to be holy. Bad, to be good. But damn me if I wanted it to sometimes.