The Daughters' War

by Christopher Buehlman

I readily confess that I do not know what percentage of what he says is true, and what is the ravings of a half-mad genius misanthrope for whom lying is a sacrament.

I felt the deepest guilt of my life. But to die of guilt was stupid, and I decided not to do this.

I do not need to be loved as deeply as I love, and I do not need to speak of it.