"You will be doomed by a cruel lie," she told me.

The whole deal is a cruel lie, set up to appease the masses.

Together, they walked away from the castle, their cruel lie complete at last.

Then she would have done the right thing at last and made up for her cruel lies.

It was a cruel lie: the quiet, the serenity, the spring breeze.

Though she had told him cruel lies she was driven to do so by the desire of knowing a true love.

"I'll not be a party to such a cruel lie."

That our faith in his return was just a cruel lie.

I couldn't believe John would tell Meg such a cruel lie.

Ahead, had I but known, was the cruel lie.