You lie. Worse, you lie poorly.

“I have a hole where my heart should be, she thought, and nowhere else to go.”

“I don't want to have a dozen sons," she had told him, appalled. "I want to have…”

“The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. Yo…”

“‎Thee'th not to be touched, the goat screamed, spraying spittle all over Zollo.…”