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

by Rachel Gillig

Overhead, the gargoyle was soaring and spinning, bidding “welfare” instead of “farewell” to the fading night.

“Never trust anything written in rhyme, Bartholomew. It is trickery—a pretty falsehood. That is something I intend to tell everyone when I pen my own book of tales. Firstly, of course, I must learn to read and write.”

“That’s a bad joke, Diviner. You’re ready for tomorrow.” “That’s not why—” My cheeks burned. “Don’t laugh.” The echoes of his chuckle still lingered in the air. “I’ve never laughed in my life.”

“Divination is a gift we give ourselves—that we might avoid the pain that comes from living, from loving, if we see it coming.