Every woman was once a girl and every girl was once a daughter For every woman in the world, there will always be laughter in slaughter. Midnight at the Institute. Using bedtime stories as cautionary tales, a Wrist Scholar tells his only child of the Lost Daughter Collective: a fabled group of bereaved fathers who meet in an abandoned umbrella factory to mourn the loss of their girls. Over everything hangs the mystery of the Archivist's daughter--neither dead nor missing, but indisputably gone. Blurring the line between reality and artifice, far past and near future,...
Every woman was once a girl and every girl was once a daughter For every woman in the world, there will always be laughter in slaughter. ...
