Ka: Dar Oakley in the Ruin of Ymr

by John Crowley

Stories were the way People lived. Like paths, they could be traveled in any direction, yet always ran from beginning to end.

It was no longer something terrible happening to him, it had begun rather to be something terrible that once had: and that was bad in a different way, and would never be gone.

Stories, Coyote said. Not to tell you something you don’t already know. We’re made of stories now, brother. It’s why we never die even if we do.