Secret Of The Gargoyles (Gargoyle Guardian Chronicles Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Take a step. Move. My back foot shifted, little more than a twitch, but the sensation opened a forgotten door. Awareness of my body spread upward. I lifted my head on a neck gone stiff as stone. My wings— Fear jumbled my thoughts. The last time . . . The baetyl . . . I am a gargoyle guardian! The magic slipped and shuddered in my control, threatening to fracture. I could feel my wings, glorious green prasiolite, but . . . but . . . I do not have wings! I yanked my magic to free it, but it snagged and held. Pain slashed me, hot and sharp. I needed to get out, to escape— “Easy, Mika. Don’t rip it. You’re okay. Just take it slow.” The rumble of Marcus’s voice cut through my panic and I stilled. My body shuddered with an echo of someone else’s pain. The warthog. Not my body—hers. Except there was no distinction. I had wings because she had wings. I’d hoped to use my spirit to restore the gargoyle’s ability to walk; instead, I’d imprinted my spirit onto hers and it’d given me control over her body.
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