Amelia

“Where are we going?” the gargoyle asked again. He looked back at me. “We can’t go without Bartholomew.” I turned away, tears falling down my face. “Wait—wait.” The gargoyle began to sob, more pieces of stone falling from his body. “I’m her squire. We cannot be apart.” He had to be hauled away by Maude, who was already doing the same to Rory. I heard his wailing sobs on the other side of the wall. “Bartholomew!”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“It is not like me to be the bearer of bad tidings,” the gargoyle said. “Bartholomew does not know how to swim. But worry not—” He looked up at me. Smiled proudly. “She has always excelled at drowning.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“I’ll do anything you ask of me.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“Rory's gaze flickered to my face. "She's a guest of the king's. Affront her in any way, the knighthood will answer. Attempt to look beneath her shroud, she and the gargoyle will respond as they see fit. With full immunity to any carnage tended."

The gargoyle batted his eyes. "Oh, Bartholomew. He's dreamy.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth