Publisher's Synopsis
No one knew anymore where the gargoyle had come from. It was just an ugly stone creature high up on the walls of the old Sheffield Library. It seemed to perch up there, looking out with malevolent eyes over the small town of Managansett. And looking into the hearts of the townfolk . . . Little Jimmy Nicholson liked to go and stare at the gargoyle. It seemed to look straight at him, as if it knew his most secret desires. And he knew that it would give him everything he'd ever wanted. But first he had to do its bidding - no matter how evil . . .
