Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

by V.E. Schwab

“Stories matter, Alice. When you live long enough, they’re all you have.” “I had a story, too,” she seethes. “Before you ended it. I had a life. I had a—a chance to—” Her voice cracks. “I had a future. And now—” Lottie looks up. “You still do.”