House Of Cards
Humans would call it a catch-22.
He'd read the book the phrase came from, even sympathized with the protagonist, a man desperate to avoid fighting in a war but with no recourse to do so except claim insanity. The difficulty lay in the military's own desperation for warriors. If he said he was crazy and wanted to fight, all the better; they would take him. If he didn't, that was simply normal, and they'd conscript him regardless.
Gargoyles did not find themselves in such situations.
Alban's shoulders slid down as he passed a hand over his eyes. Gargoyles didn't find themselves in such situations, and yet. And yet.
A woman ran on the pathways below him,finding her stride without fear in the March night. She ran as if Central Park were her demesne and the things that stalked it too slow or thick-witted to capture her. She'd done it before she knew he was there, watching and protecting her.She would have continued long since,had he never revealed himself to her.
But he had, and now she knew. Knew about him and his people, and knew that he soared from treetop to treetop, keeping her safe from monsters worse than he. Knew that his nature demanded he protect her, once he'd chosen h ... read full excerpt from: House of Cards ebook
