Chris Redding [Redding - When Garogyles Love Trilogy

When Gargoyle Love Trilogy

Destiny of a Gargoyle

Fate of a Gargoyle

Calling of a Gargoyle

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In a time when magic ruled the world three gargoyle brothers were cursed to live out their lives in stone until the fairy they were destined to protect arrives.

They have.

Read the stories of how the three brothers learned to love while protecting the fairies they were destined to be with.

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Destiny of a Gargoyle

Book One

Prologue

In the time when fairies ruled the Earth and humans were an afterthought.

Donal Foley grumbled and cursed his father as he trekked through the dunes on the shores of Connaught in what is now part of County Galway Ireland. He was there to see the Queen of the Fairies, a fair headed lass with a temper. He didnt have good news and he dreaded telling her. As a gargoyle he was sworn to protect fairies, but his father, Seamus Foley, a man prone to drink, had deflowered a fairy and she was now carrying his child.

As the oldest of Seamus three sons, it fell to Donal to tell the Queen that he had relieved Seamus of his duties as head guard of the land of Connaught. He stopped to gaze out at the ocean, its blue waves crashing in anger against the white sand. The sea reflected the reaction he expected from the queen.

The Foleys had been guarding the fairies for generations and never had there been a problem. Donal pushed his black hair way from this steel blue eyes. Putting off the task would not make it any better.

He turned back to the land in time to see the Queen herself alight on a white rock, her wings fluttering in impatience. Had she heard already?

Donal Foley. What brings you here to my domain? You are supposed to stay on the perimeter of my queendom, she said.

She crossed her pale arms across her chest. She tapped a finger on her arm.

He might as well say it. Seamus has been relieved of his duties and been banished from the Land of Connaught.

Her eyebrows went up. Why?

Because he has lain with a fairy and she is with his child.

Donal braced himself, but she remained impassive.

Banished?

Yes, my Queen.

I am not your queen. I am merely your employer, but this news displeases me.

Donal hoped to get away with his life.

Since I cannot punish Seamus himself then I will punish his sons. The Foleys will no longer guard the fairies.

With all due respect, we didnt do anything.

No matter. Bring your brothers here to hear the sentence.

All of us? Donal said. Leave my siblings out of this. Punish me.

She shook her head. No.

Two days later the three Foley brothers stood in front of the Queen of Fairies. Donal had tried to negotiate with her to let go his brothers, Sean and Declan, but to no avail. The Queen was not going to budge.

The wind had picked up on the beach and sand blew around them without touching the fairies that had lined up to see the brothers punishment. Like a crowd at a sporting event, they all looked on with rapt attention.

Donal would have preferred to do this in private, but it was the Queens show.

Ive thought about this and I can only come up with one punishment.

Donal braced himself.

You will be cursed to remain in stone at the church across the path. You will remain in stone until such time a fairy visits you who is the one you are supposed to protect. You will have to be with them for a day before you will become alive again. They will come to you when they will be in danger. If you fail to save them from the danger, you will be returned to stone again.

But Your Majesty that could take millennia, Donal said.

His brothers grumbled beside him.

No. Your father was a special gargoyle assigned to a specific fairy. The three of you would have gotten the same assignment. Somewhere out there is your fairy, and only she can save you. Or her offspring.

And just how will those fairies get here for us to see if they are our charges? Donal said.

The queen laughed. That is not my problem.

With a wave her hand Donal found himself and his brother positioned over the door to the church, in stone.

That hadnt gone well.

Chapter One

Meg Boyle drove out of Leenane in County Galway for one last glimpse at the site shed chosen for her companys new wool processing plant. Wild Woolens based in Pennsylvania had tasked her with finding a place to build closer to the source of their world famous wool products.

Meg glanced at the sheep on either side of the road. Cant get much closer than this to the sheep. The site sat across the street from the beach, right next to a church that was in disrepair. She figured Wild could knock down the church and build a plant as big as they might need. It was rocky terrain, but things could be leveled.

She stopped her car by the church. Getting out she sniffed the salty North Atlantic. The only problem might be the fact that tourists were fond of this road. If the plant could be back from the road it might work out. She didnt want to spoil the countryside.

With her car parked along the Wild Atlantic Way, Meg trekked up the small hill to the church. Where her gargoyle friends sat like silent sentinels guarding the land. They looked out to the sea as if the threat would come from there.

Hello, boys, she said.

She sat on a low, stone wall facing the ocean that grabbed at the shore then retreated as if to try again. You guys have such a nice view. Im in no hurry to leave Ireland.

Looking back at them, she knew they wouldnt answer. She wondered how old the church was. There were no markings and no sign for a tourist to find out about it. She thought that odd, but then again, maybe the locals didnt think anything of the church being here.

Shed asked at the local pub, but they didnt seem to know what she was talking about. Maybe the church was a secret, but with the number of busses that probably came by here during tourist season, she cant imagine it was a well-kept one.

What have those stony eyes seen? she said to the one in the middle.

She often had the impression that he was listening to her. She hadnt given him a name out loud, but in her mind he was Donal. No d at the end like a true Irish name. It suited him.

She whirled back to the ocean. Gray clouds threatened rain, but that was a constant in Ireland in the fall. She breathed in the clean air.

As much as I love the travelling and that Ive met you fine gentlemen, Im hoping my boss retires soon. It might be nice to put down roots. Of course I do know some things about her that might hasten her retiring, but I dont want to use what I know unless necessary.

She wouldnt say these things to anyone else. She figured these three wouldnt breathe a word to anyone of her ambitions.

I mean, it is past time. Shes had the job for ten years. She isnt going to be promoted and there have been others who have been promoted above her. Youd think shed get the hint that she has no future in the company.

Still the three gargoyles remained silent. Not that she minded. She trusted them more than most humans. Even if you cant talk, you get to watch the ocean all the time. I dont live near the ocean. Oh, I take trips down the Shore in the summer, but it isnt the same. And this coast is much prettier. Not nearly as many people.