Book: Blood, milk and chocolate (the Diaries of the Brothers Grimm 3)

The world was the craziest place. The gods were hiding behind the mask of evil. A happy ending was just a fairy tale. Survival demanded daily labor. Neither black nor white. Most of the stuff was hidden behind a veil of grey. There were no hints of chocolate or milk. Everywhere ruled the blood, the color of life. Blood is only good when given to you for the salvation of life, but watch out, if you have spent too much. I slowly learned to play in life. Sometimes I have the feeling that in this game I will remain a beginner.

- So the tale - it is a sort of fiction? - I asked.
- Tales - stories - said Ash. - Each life that we live is a kind of story. If we consider other people's history of inventions, who knows, maybe our own history too, just someone's invention?