Gargoyles are said to frighten off harmful spirits and protect the buildings that they guard. They are evil creations and those approaching the University’s Gothic buildings at night are advised to use caution. If you think that a Gargoyle is simply made of stone, you are terribly mistaken.
Penny, a super intelligent, well-educated Siamese cat moves into Professor Eagle’s office and sinks her claws into the exquisite calfskin binding of his books. The Gargoyles have her firmly fixed in their sights. There are terrifying times to come in the University Museum and a wicked plot to prevent Professor Poppett and Poodle from winning the Dog Show. If you thought it was safe to go to university, you might need to think again.
That night, much higher up and in a far darker place, the three Gargoyles were drifting steadily out of their state of suspension. Stone limbs and organs were drawing nourishment from their organic origins and slowly drifting back to life. Eyes that had seen things too terrible to speak of out loud were raising their heavy stone eyelids. The Gargoyles had unfinished business, and they were waking up and flexing their claws. Dogface unfurled his wings and sniffed horribly. They were not in a good mood, but then they seldom were. The small creature had escaped from them, and their pride was dented somewhat. Dragonclaw, with his long tail and huge claws, writhed very slowly as his stone entrails came to life and pained him. Fishbeak shook his great head as if the annoyance of having a fish firmly carved in his beak for eternity was more than he could stand, and he was preparing to explode with frustration. It was up to him to organise the next assault on the Museum, and the others were going to need encouragement. They could easily sink back into stone and stay there for a couple of hundred years. He slowly slithered to the edge of the stone parapet where he sensed movement and ignoring the squawking and shrieking of the adult birds circling around, he removed in his talons, an entire nest of small wriggling fledglings and placed in the centre of the assembled Gargoyles.
‘Yuck dems babies,’ complained Dragonclaw, breathing a foul stench over the terrified birds. The adult birds overhead were working up to frenzy while not daring to get too close even to rescue their offspring. Dragonclaw slithered over to the little nest and reached out a long claw to extract one of the small snacks. The tiny birds screamed in fear and clung together in the centre of the nest. He lifted a tiny, frightened bird up and away from its siblings and regarded the trembling body with amusement. Sensing a terrible fate awaited them all, the other fledglings, instead of waiting to be dismembered decided to test their new flight feathers. It was now, or all that evolution would go to waste.
The birds flapped their wings madly and with one rush got airborne and headed straight up towards the claw holding their little fellow. Dragonclaw, instinctively opened his claw to grab them all and let go of his grip on the first bird, who realising he was falling, started to beat his wings, got airborne and threw himself off the roof in what would be his first, or possibly, his last flight. The others followed and swooped to the ground, landing in a heap in the middle of the lawn. The adult birds landed close by to protect them and ushered the whole family to the safety of the nearest large patch of shrubbery. High above, Dragonclaw shredded the nest in fury. The meeting had not made a very good beginning.
Jessika Jenvieve writes Urban Fantasy, combining the fantastic with the ridiculous and funny. She is working very hard at establishing a cult-following, and has spent a small fortune on dramatic black outfits. She lives in a small village in England, where her unorthodox dress causes gossip and scandal. She is passionate about sports cars, the blues and the ocean.
Life has taken her on a long and unexpected journey from England to Australia and back again. She is an alumna of Bretton Hall, and also City University in London. After graduating, she followed her heart and tried her luck as an actress and singer. She designed costumes and won some awards, then dabbled in lighting design and finally settled on a career as a stage manager. She landed the best job in the world as a stage manager at the Sydney Opera House, spending ten years backstage with some of the greatest performers and musicians. In 2015, she returned to the England and has completed her first crime fiction novel.
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The Bookish Ailurophile
Shin is a 27-year-old mom of a fury baby, named Mofa, who had crossed the rainbow bridge, 2 years ago. She is a bookworm who loves books that give her adrenaline rush and makes her feel the characters' emotions. When she's not reading, she spends her time listening to oldies music while making some crafty stuffs made out of old book pages, or spends her time reading books with children at an orphanage. Also, she loves to scare herself with gory movies in the middle of the night.