Friday And Some More
Dear Diary,
I rush out the door and into the hallway beyond. Nervous energy careens through me as I scan the passage for any sign of Dare.
I don’t spot the prince right away, but there’s no mistaking how the outer hallway is filled with a new kind of gargoyle. These are all made from marble that’s so pale, they could almost be ghosts.
Yet they aren’t.
The pale gargoyles thump their clawed feet and let out hungry roars. In the Good For Me column, they’re all looking in the opposite direction. That’s nice.
In the Holy Crap That’s Awful column, there’s the reason why the gargoyle horde is turned away. They’re watching their king scale along the walls while keeping his nasty eyeball-tail wrapped around Dare’s throat. The prince clutches at his neck, struggling to bre
