But if you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.

“Isabelle glanced back at them. "They're staring at you. Maybe their master died…”

“Oh, no. A story. This was perhaps too maudlin and too much for the early hour, …”

“You don't understand,' she said, and there was a puzzling trace of resentment i…”

“All the stories are true”