Gargoyles Novels & Stories

Above us, the massive brass shadow that had detached from the ceiling was closing the gap with terrifying speed. It was a Forge-Gargoyle—a colossal, four-legged sentinel designed to clear the crucible shafts of structural debris. Its heavy body was cast from dense, dark brass, its joints armored by thick plates of layered iron that ground together with the sound of a collapsing fortress. It didn't slide; it used its massive, four-inch mechanical talons to gouge deep channels into the basalt walls, descending the vertical chute in large, terrifying bounds that sent massive chunks of broken stone raining down upon our heads. Clang. Clang. Clang.