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An excerpt from "On Holiday" -- Part I:

Tiberius helped settle Kylie into her chair, discreetly checking her pulse and breathing as he did so. He exchanged a concerned look with Rachel. “I believe some herbal tea would go down well right now,” he suggested.

“Aye, a cup o’ tea is just th’ thing for gettin’ acquainted,” Rachel said brightly. “An’ these youngsters look fair parched.”

Kylie regarded them with a sour expression. “Y’know, ye two are just about as transparent as mud, so ye might as well give me yuir nasty herbs an’ be done wi’ it.”

Lucy started the giggling and the laughter spread like wildfire all around the room, including Kylie herself. The old gargoyle was holding court, dozing as she listened to the young gargoyles telling her about their trip when the rest of the Londoners arrived. Brianna quickly pushed herself to the front of the crowd.

“Kylie!” she cried as she fell to her knees at her elder’s side. “Elder, I’m home!”

Tears glistened in Kylie’s eyes as she lifted shaking fingers to caress Brianna’s face. Brianna gave a ragged cry and pressed the withered hand to her brow ridges. They stayed like that, the old gargoyle and the young, in silent communion as Rachel discreetly shooed everyone outside. Only Griff remained, standing watch in the entryway.

“How is she, Tiberius?” Michael asked softly. “She’s aged so much since our last visit.”

“It’s the effects of old age on a gargoyle’s physiology,” Tiberius replied. “We’re blessed with a hypersensitive immune system, superior cardiovascular structure and superhuman strength but there comes a point where a gargoyle’s body simply wears out. Kylie’s at least two decades older than any of the London elders. It’s a wonder she’s lasted this long.”

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An excerpt from "On Holiday" -- Part I:

Tiberius helped settle Kylie into her chair, discreetly checking her pulse and breathing as he did so. He exchanged a concerned look with Rachel. “I believe some herbal tea would go down well right now,” he suggested.

“Aye, a cup o’ tea is just th’ thing for gettin’ acquainted,” Rachel said brightly. “An’ these youngsters look fair parched.”

Kylie regarded them with a sour expression. “Y’know, ye two are just about as transparent as mud, so ye might as well give me yuir nasty herbs an’ be done wi’ it.”

Lucy started the giggling and the laughter spread like wildfire all around the room, including Kylie herself. The old gargoyle was holding court, dozing as she listened to the young gargoyles telling her about their trip when the rest of the Londoners arrived. Brianna quickly pushed herself to the front of the crowd.

“Kylie!” she cried as she fell to her knees at her elder’s side. “Elder, I’m home!”

Tears glistened in Kylie’s eyes as she lifted shaking fingers to caress Brianna’s face. Brianna gave a ragged cry and pressed the withered hand to her brow ridges. They stayed like that, the old gargoyle and the young, in silent communion as Rachel discreetly shooed everyone outside. Only Griff remained, standing watch in the entryway.

“How is she, Tiberius?” Michael asked softly. “She’s aged so much since our last visit.”

“It’s the effects of old age on a gargoyle’s physiology,” Tiberius replied. “We’re blessed with a hypersensitive immune system, superior cardiovascular structure and superhuman strength but there comes a point where a gargoyle’s body simply wears out. Kylie’s at least two decades older than any of the London elders. It’s a wonder she’s lasted this long.”