Truth And Other Lies Novels & Stories

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Sienna The truth doesn't cost you anything, but a lie costs you everything. That’s what they say, but in my case, both could cost me everything. Both will destroy my life. Lies kill relationships, but the truth will kill mine, too. Maybe I’m making a stupid decision—actually, I know I am—but sometimes stupid decisions save lives. At least, I hope so.

"If I admit all of that, I have nothing left, no defense, no justification, nothing." "You have nothing left anyway," I pointed out gently. "At least this way you'd have the truth." "The truth doesn't pay debts," Ethan said bitterly. "The truth doesn't restore reputation, the truth just makes everything worse." "Only if you keep running from it," I said. Ethan laughed, sharp and humorless. "You really believe that," he said. "You really think the truth fixes things." "I think the truth is the only thing that gives you a chance at fixing things," I corrected. "Lies just make the damage permanent."

Bring Arthur back, or even go back to day one, when I didn’t know a thing about this world. “N---nothing, j---just work…” a well-framed lie was what I expected, but he’s too broke to even think now. I wish I could ask him ‘are you okay?’ or say, ‘its going to be fine’, when both of us know it’s all pretty lies molded into a bag of pretty voice. You know how we seek lies over truth, because lies gives us the satisfaction of never being in the wrong. Because truth shows the mirror, who we are.

The Work Below When the lamps burned low, Leah arrived with a kettle of tea, her clinic coat still marked with smudges of antiseptic and dust. She placed the cup beside Lorren’s ink and said nothing for a long moment. “You can’t heal people with truth alone,” she said finally, glancing at Ethan, who was leaning against the doorway. “But lies spread like fever. At least this one—we can name, and treat.”

A ship without a rudder in a storm I had created. “You think you have lost everything,” I said, my voice low in the quiet room. “You have not. You have just lost the lies.” “What lies?” His voice was a hoarse whisper. “The lie that your father is a good man. The lie that he would save you. The lie that the world is a fair place.” I took my hand from his shoulder and walked to the fire, leaning against the mantel. “It is better to see the truth, even if it hurts.”

He laughed, loud and sharp. “Maybe we are the truth. Maybe they are the lies. After all — who tells you what you want to hear? Who tells you you are safe, you are equal, you are free? The liar. The one who wants you calm and obedient. The truth is always hard. The truth is always cruel. And we speak the truth.” I stepped forward, not shouting, not drawing my sword, voice calm and steady, carrying across the whole square.

“This ends tonight. The lies. The games. The manipulation. You cannot bury the truth. Not anymore.” Montez stepped forward then, unable to remain seated. Their eyes met across the storm of flashing cameras and gasps. For a moment, there was no board, no investors, no enemies. Just him, and her, and the unbearable truth between them. His empire had been built on walls, on iron and ruthlessness. But what she had just done—standing uninvited, admitting her sins, and burning their enemies with truth—was something even he hadn’t been capable of. A strange, dangerous thought crept into his chest as he watched her. Maybe he had underestimated her. Maybe everyone else had.

Astrid interrupted them, so Colza's gaze turned towards her. "The Sacred Book only holds the truth about the King's action, like the lie he imprinted on the humans. Meanwhile, the Records of Lies has the present lies. For instance, the one Zaykee discovered inside the Kingdom of Saobar's underground," Jacob answered instead Colza while glancing at Astrid. "Ehh? The book also knows that?" Zaykee's eyes widened with open mouths as he stares at Jacob. "Yes," Jacob briefly answered. "I see," Astrid spoke.

'Why is that even funny?' 'Because, humans wouldn't know the truth if it hit them in the face like a tsunami,' he said. 'Truth is nothing but fiction, told by the greatest storytellers this world has ever known. Of course, they were also the best liars, but that's the real secret to great story-telling, isn't it? Possessing the ability to make people believe you. Stories become truths so powerful that people forget that the tale itself was so fantastical, it couldn't possibly have been real. Serpents and apples. Building a massive boat full to the brim with every species of animal known to man. Five thousand people turning up to your dinner party when you only have five loaves of bread and t