86 Quotes by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The salt will keep our secrets.

She laughed at his words. She had never desired pearls. He didn’t know her, she thought. He didn’t know her one bit.

Xibalba can be a frightful place, with its House of Knives and its House of Bats and many strange sights, but the court of the Lords of Death also possessed the allure of shadows and the glimmer of obsidian, for there is as much beauty as there is terror in the night.

It was beauty you couldn’t hold.

It wasn’t fair. But there wasn’t an “after” in stories, was there? The curtain simply fell. She was not in a fairy tale, in any case. What “after” could there be?

I like your daydreams, dear girl,” he said quietly.

Casiopea, meanwhile, looked at a heavy silver bracelet with black enamel triangles, of the “Aztec” style, which was much in vogue and meant to attract the eye of tourists with its faux pre-Hispanic motifs. It was a new concoction, of the kind that abound in a Mexico happy to invent traditions for mass consumption, eager to forge an identity after the fires of revolution – but it was pretty.

To Lovecraft, a tainted past is the rotten core from which present-day horror germinates.

Ah, there is none more fearful of thieves than the one who has stolen something, and a kingdom is no small something.