All my life, I played by the rules...Since my mother's death, I did everything I could to play nice in Paris. Unlike my detective father, I spent my life baking sweets rather than patrolling streets. But now his penchant for justice has spilled over into my bakery...Men have come to take me away, to punish me for my father's work, but they aren't just men. They have wings, tails, horns, skin of stone...And hearts of stone too.But if I want to survive, I'll need to win over the gargoyle king. Sweetness won't be enough...Luckily I have a few tricks up my sleeve. My name is Jocelin DuBois, and I'm done playing nice.