Tuesday
Dear Diary,
An odd sound awakens me. It’s something between the noise of ice cracking and a roaring fire.
I force my eyes open.
Around me, the stone walls seem to swirl and blur. A jolt of worry moves down my back.
I blink hard and look again. The illusion is gone.
Dare stands beside me. Every muscle in his body seems taut and alert. The prince nods toward the wall. “Did you see anything?”
“A little.” I haul myself to stand. Even this much movement takes a massive effort.
We both stare at the bricks for a time.
Nothing happens.
Crrrrrack.
“I heard that,” I state. “Did you?”
Dare nods. “Do you think it’s gargoyles?”
I think this through for a moment. “Not likely. When the gargoyles appeared to us in the Pinnacle, they didn’t make any noises. It was the same way when the
