Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.

What does it feel like to be burned, not just a small area of skin, a fingertip, but to be totally burned, to be sizzling, blistering—alive in an inferno?

What does it feel like to have the rotting burned skins scrubbed from your body? To be left in such pain and so scarred that death becomes your only aim?

And then to meet a woman who's convinced she nursed you in medieval Germany—a madwoman who carves gargoyles, who hears their screams as she releases them from the stone?

Is it possible to see beauty in the stories she tells?
Is it possible that there is truth in her stories?
Is it possible to find love in madness?
Is it possible to save her?

The Gargoyle is a wild, beautiful, brilliant journey, sweeping across centuries, full of stories within stories. When it ends, you'll want to read it again.