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

by Rachel Gillig

To the child in each of us, yearning to be special. Take my hand, you strange little creature, and together we shall walk beyond the wall.

“No one actually beats dead horses, gargoyle. It’s an expression.” “Really? How morbid.”

“Quick! Fly us out of here.” He looked at me like I’d spat in his eye. “And be mistaken yet again for a bird?”

“Why are you giving him the cold mouth?” “It’s ‘the cold shoulder,’ gargoyle.” He blinked. “What would he want with your shoulder?”