The Oracle handed her a small, leather bound booklet, about as thick as a pamphlet, and said, “You are a teacher, yes?” It was nice of the Oracle to phrase things in the form of a question and let people feel they were imparting information. “Yes, I am.” “Excellent. I know teachers value learning, and this book has very valuable information on gargoyles. If Terak remains part of your life, this you’ll want to know.” Larissa weighed it in her hand. “This is a very light history.” The Oracle arched one fine brow. “Why would I bother with that? This, my dear, is about how gargoyles mate.