The servants stared at Luna as if she we

s face a mask of horrified disbelief. "Your Highness," he began, his voice trembling s

ved from a single block of marble, perched on a pedestal next to the gate. It wa

ted its stony flank, as if ju

were so bizarre, so far outside the realm of sanity, th

n present, Luna took a deep breath. She wrap

ning to understand, surged through her limbs. She

d as stone scraped against stone. The gargoyle, which mu

flies. In all his years of service, in all the strange and terrible things

fierce, triumphant light. She hefted the colossal statue in he

she swung the gargoyl

O

ate shuddered on its iron hinges, and splinter

tatue back, her muscles screami

AS

, symbols of the Hawthorne family's impenetrable power, burst inwar

the cobblestones with a ground-sh

g slightly heavy, and regarded the sce

stark contrast to the splintered wood and shocked fac

iscussing the weather. "The door is open. You may now

less, before scrambling to his feet and running, fas

mien listened to Pemberton's

apart on the battlefield, had a lo

ow, rhythmic tap, tap, tap on the armrest. He pictured it: a slip of a girl

his eyes. Only a dee

murmured to himself. "The King mus

rdinary woman. She was a weapon, modified by some roya

ged his

Silas. "Represent m

y lord, how shall

on Damien's lips. "Take the pr