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October 30 - October 31, 2025
But he could not find me.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Sybil Delling.”
“When you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. When you do the wrong thing for the right reason, everyone does, even though what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. And no one says they need recognition or praise or love, but we all hunger for it. We all want to be special.”
“But who’s going to tuck me in?”
let go of Six entirely.
“This way, chickens.”
I liked far too well.
We get it
Or will you just cheat and choose the short straw on purpose like you always do?”
“But for fuck’s sake. Permit me.”
A hand found the nape of my neck. Pulled me up.
That sounds painful
“Must I always save everyone?”
I am very good at saving people, after all.”
“One.”
Magic is like a god in that way. All-knowing, and most effective when not fully understood.”
and a tapestry is like a memory brought to life.
“Aisling.”
But not that first one. He was a most peculiar boy. What was his name? The first gargoyle she made?”
NOOOOO
“Little Bartholomew.”
That all the dreams you had were by my own design?
Your craft was obedience.
But the ones she liked best, the ones she lent her hammer and chisel to—the most obedient—she always kept locked away to make into gargoyles.”
“My dream. Of the moth. That wasn’t a sign from gods. You were the one to drown me… it was you, Bartholomew.” My tears fell. “You, trying to tell me your story.”
“I’m sorry that, upon the chancel, you died.
“The rest of the story could not exist without us.”
our heights were the same. I’d never noticed that.
You would have made such an obedient gargoyle.”
A true guardian. Not of Aisling, not of the tor. Of me.
“If this is how it should end, Aisling… I am happy to see it done.”
My gargoyle, my Bartholomew,
His sword lodged in Rory’s side, into chainmail, into skin. Rory let out a sharp gasp—
WHAT
“I forget, Bartholomew,” came a slow, craggy voice. “What were we talking of?”
STOPPPPP
“I want you to be my queen.”
Wtf
