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

by Rachel Gillig

The gargoyle nodded. “It is all the same, then. Contentedness. Truth and honesty and virtue. Omens. They are all stories, and we”—he gestured to the Seacht’s climbing walls—“tread the pages within them.”

“It’s trying to eat them,” I said, hand to my throat. “And look,” the gargoyle said pleasantly. “It’s coming our way.”

Tehe

“There aren’t ghosts in my words, Six. No rot hiding behind the scent of flowers. When I insult you, you’ll know it.”

I was losing my faith in everything. But the two of us meeting… it felt almost divine.

Benji flinched. “It sounds horrible when you put it like that.” “True things often do.”

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

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