The Knight and the Moth
Rachel Gillig, 2025
A romantasy about a knight, a gargoyle who takes idioms literally, and the hunger to be special—told by a narrator who warns that every story is part lie.
Feels like longing and wonder. About freedom.
A page from the book
The perils of teaching a gargoyle a human figure of speech.
I confess horses are not the intelligent beasts I imagined them to be. Though I don’t think that merits the abuse they suffer postmortem.” That one took me a moment. “No one actually beats dead horses, gargoyle. It’s an expression.” “Really? How morbid. Rachel Gillig.Before The Knight and the Moth, Rachel Gillig wrote the Shepherd King duology, whose magic system is built around a deck of cursed cards.
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Questions readers ask
- What is The Knight and the Moth like?
- Feels like longing and wonder. About freedom.
- What should I read after The Knight and the Moth?
- If you liked The Knight and the Moth, try Brimstone (Callie Hart), The Reckoning (Caroline Peckham) and Cress (Marissa Meyer).
A taste of the feed
What a man says when the only thing he owns is his life.
Every part. I love all of you.” He blew a dark curl out of his eyes. “I’d spend the fortunes of the universe to protect you. I’d drain the seas dry. Fell every tree. I would sacrifice the sun from the fucking sky and surrender the stars, too, if I could. But those things aren’t mine to give. All I have is my life. It isn’t much, but I’d spend it and consider the price small if it meant keeping you safe.
Brimstone · Callie Hart
What it sounds like when wanting someone becomes a physical grievance.
I’d find it easier to carve my eyes out than I would to stop them landing on you.
The Reckoning · Caroline Peckham
What she had to make up to herself is not in the book.
As a child, Cress had hidden from the moon during those achingly long hours. Sometimes she would escape to the small washroom and distract herself by twisting elaborate braids into her hair. Or she would scramble beneath her desk and sing lullabies until she fell asleep. Or she would dream up a mother and a father, and imagine how they would play make-believe with her and read her adventure stories and brush her hair lovingly off her brow, until finally—finally—the moon would sink again behind the protective Earth, and she was safe.
Cress · Marissa Meyer
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