The Knight and the Moth Book PDF Free by Rachel Gillig

Rory’s hand was on his side, the warmth in his skin gone. “Oh gods.” I pressed my hand over his wound, blood seeping between my fingers. “Rory-Rory.” He winced, blinking rapidly. Next to him, the gargoyle lay upon the grass. Unmoving. An inhuman sob tore out of me. I threw myself over him, wrapped my…

The abbess was writhing, seething, spitting chunks of limestone upon the chancel. I looked into her eyes-eyes just like mine. Then, with her own tools, with hammer, with chisel- I struck. Right upon her stone heart. I was not exact as I had been with the Heartsore Weaver. This was an annihilation, and Aisling would…

I hated talk of gods. “What does your loom stone do?” I said, clipped. “I could slip my finger into the hole in the center of it. If the stone’s face was pointed outward, I would be transported-made invisible. I could jump through the walls of this cave. Travel twenty feet in the air. All…

Again the Weaver coughed, more injurious this time. Her body was falling apart. “To be a gargoyle…” she rasped, “is a very strange thing. The ones upon the tor do not tell the stories of who they are-indeed they hardly speak-I think, because they do not remember what it is to be human. Or maybe…

Swords and armor are nothing to stone. The Knight and the Moth THE END OF THE STORY We returned to where Traum’s most sanctified story, its most crafted lie, began. The tor. It had taken all day to get there. I was on horseback, holding tightly to Rory, and for once Fig cantered with urgency,…

“What about the Faithful Forester? She’s been dead decades.” Spring water slipped between my lips, choking me. “Are you such a monster that you would kill one of your own Diviners for an Omen nigh thirty years gone?” For the first time, emotion touched the abbess’s unflinching coolness. Her stone brow twisted, her eyes narrowing….

A moth. It fluttered to my face, so close its wings stirred my lashes, then withdrew, fluttering back down the tunnel from whence it had come. “Wait for Rory,” I told the gargoyle, and stole after it. The tunnel drew close around me, swallowing me down its throat, and I made myself small to fit,…

He raised himself, kissing my neck as he went, the air between us immediately warm. “Was she very terrible?” Benji asked, his voice slow, quiet, as he beheld my stone eyes for the first time. “The Weaver?” “I hardly saw anything besides a face. It wasn’t…” I frowned. “The Harried Scribe and Ardent Oarsman were…

Benji sounded a little breathless. “Ever but visitors.” “Ever but visitors,” the crowd echoed. “Ever but visitors,” the gargoyle cheered. The five women reached for Benji’s tunic. From its collar, its sleeves, its bottom hem, they each pulled free a thread, then tied that thread to their ring fingers and brought their hands to their…

“Can’t hear anything.” Maude put a hand to her bandaged side and winced. “If you dragged me up that hill again for nothing-“ “All I hear is the ocean,” I snapped. Rory pulled me into the crook of his arm and stamped his palm over my lips. “Shhh. Listen.” I made a note to bite…