Lies like knives, lies like poultices. The tiger’s stripe, the fawn’s dusky dapple. And everywhere, everywhere, the lie that people told themselves. Dreams like cut flowers, with no nourishing root. Will-o’-the-wisp lights to make them feel less alone in the dark. Hollow resolutions and empty excuses.
-Frances Hardinge
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