The Knight and the Moth Book PDF Free by Rachel Gillig

“I don’t have any money.” “Well then, Miss Questions, kindly sod off-“ He finally looked up. Saw me, leaning close to his work. Quick as a flash, he raised his lantern. “Aisling’s waters,” he murmured. “You’re a Diviner.” He caught my wrist, bobbing up and down in my face, trying to peer under my shroud….

He’d drawn fresh charcoal around his eyes and secured his black hair with a strip of leather. His clothes were clean, and there was even a whit of warmth in his cheeks. Daylight, and an obvious bath, had made a new man of him. I had the rousing vision of crashing my hammer onto his…

There were six buildings besides the cathedral upon the tor. The largest was a two-level dormitory with attached stables that were often empty, but now smelled of manure from the knights’ horses. The second-largest building was an ivy-laden cottage where the abbess lived. Directly behind it was the dining commons, and then two more cottages….

Aisling’s spring water. The shirtless knight glowered. “Diviner?” My stomach rolled. Bile I thought had all been spent on the cathedral floor returned, and before I could pay the knight’s impudence back with my own, I put a hand to my stomach. Heaved forward. And was sick on his boots. I ran. Maude, who was…

The corner of Rory’s mouth twitched. “Six.” His brows lifted. “Six.” Oh. A fuzzy feeling was settling into me. The nausea in my stomach had uncoiled. Another puff of the idleweed and it was gone. Another, and the hollowness in my limbs was replaced by a warm, blanketing haze- “That’s plenty.” Rory plucked the idleweed,…

“He’s only just been chosen by the knights. Surely the nobles in the hamlets will want to meet him.” Two’s back was straight, a pupil desperate to impress her tutor. “How can they respect a king whom the Omens frown upon?” The abbess came into the room. Chose my mattress over the others and sat…

I got to my feet and shuffled forward, hands out in front of me. For a time there was nothing, just blackness and the sound of my pulse in my ears. Then-silver light. High above, moonlight filtered in through narrow cracks, as if I were looking out at the night sky from within a huge,…

The cathedral began to ripple. Light blurred away the details, pillars and windows and buttresses all caught in a strange, undulating glow. I walked through the pale nothingness, the world sluggish, but my heart upon a hummingbird beat. The cathedral rippled in earnest. Dark spots, like stains upon fabric, perforated the wide white space. “I’ve…

SIX MAIDENS UPON A WALL The peculiar gargoyle, who spoke mostly in broken parables, shuffled to the dim corner of the ambulatory. There, strung between iron candlesticks, a spider’s web held a fly captive. “Incessant buzzing.” The gargoyle wagged a limestone finger at the fly, his craggy voice echoing through the cathedral. “Serves you right….

I don’t want to be the one to dream. Wind stirred my cropped silver-blond hair, but my eyes did not leave the straws. The distinct pattern in their tattered yellow tips. “This one.” The women all leaned forward, and the straws were revealed. Two let out a laugh. “You’re a lucky bitch, Four.” I’d chosen…