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

by Rachel Gillig

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?

“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?”

“Because you have never lived beyond this place. And you never will.” His face twisted, as if he had not considered that. “Neither will you.”

Uh oh. I think they die after their time

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

“Swords and armor,” came a voice, “are nothing to stone.”

“Which one marked up your face?” My teeth pressed into my bottom lip. “Tell me.” “The serpentine one.”

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