Christine

“he took Gaspar’s face in his hands, leaned down to look him in the eyes, and caressed his hair, the box on the ground between them, and he said, You have something of mine, I passed on something of me to you, and hopefully it isn’t cursed, I don’t know if I can leave you something that isn’t dirty, that isn’t dark, our share of night. I like this, said Gaspar, and his father replied, Of course you do, because now nothing can hurt you. Nothing? Right now, nothing.”
― Mariana Enríquez, Our Share of Night

“I wanted him to snap, to finally and absolutely lose it. To break. He was withering. To wither is not the same as to break; to break is to have pieces to put back together, and to wither is to dry up, to wilt, to lose bone, to die, and death is the most boring.”
― Gerardo Sámano Córdova, Monstrilio

“That was Ruby. A Technicolor girl in a black-and-white world.”
― Stephen Spotswood, Murder Under Her Skin

“They sought me out, here I am. I don’t know how to let go of the dead.”
― Mariana Enríquez, Our Share of Night