The skittering outside her window warned her. She hesitated, and then threw open the shutters. A gargoyle's stone head swung to look at her, and then he continued climbing down the castle wall. She stared. He sank into the moat and, in time, crawled out the other side and disappeared into the forest. More skittering. She leaned back and stuck her ( Read more... )

Living on the rooftops with the gargoyles and taking care of them was a life, and it was much better than some, he thought. Cleaning moss from their teeth and mildew from inside their ears, reading aloud to them some of the novels people threw out in their trash, and generally keeping an eye on things during the day. Scaring off kids from drawing ( Read more... )