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416 pages, Paperback
First published August 2, 2016
I asked him where they came from, more than once. Where did your stories start? He side-stepped. He pleaded imagination. He went silent, stood abruptly, and left me in the blanket fort. Stories have beginnings, origins. But what do they matter? They aren’t real.
Here's a secret, though. I was hungry for the violent stories, the sheared-off body parts, the vengeful heroes, as much as any boy could have been.
Her pale form stands out against the night. She has the look of a character from one of Ben’s stories. My throat tightens. She reminds me of the lily-pad maiden who was strangled by a mad king and left in a watery grave.
The truth is a vindictive fuck.
“The night everything that mattered changed.”
“People wear sadness like they wear hats.”
“I am reckless. I am a heaving chest.”
“I am a story.”


