The nameless and beautiful narrator of “The Gargoyle” is driving along a dark road when he is distracted by what seems to be a flight of arrows. He crashes into a ravine and wakes up in a burns ward, undergoing the tortures of the damned. His life is over – he is now a monster. But in fact it is only just beginning. One day, Marianne Engel, a wild and compelling sculptress of gargoyles, enters his life and tells him that they were once lovers in medieval Germany. In her telling, he was a badly burned mercenary and she was a nun and a scribe who nursed him back to health in the famed monastery of Engelthal. As she spins her tale, Scheherazade fashion, and relates equally mesmerizing stories of deathless love in Japan, Greenland, Italy and England, he finds himself drawn back to life – and, finally, to love.
A friend of mine recommended this book to me when it first came out. I had never heard of the author before but I took a chance and picked up a copy. From page one, I couldn’t put it down. For some reason parts of this book as stuck with me over the years and I have recommended it to many of my friends. I cant wait to see what the author publishes next.