Novel & Cerita Books Like Mexican Gothic

The air is still and quiet, filled with secrets waiting to be uncovered. I select another volume and add it to my ever-growing pile. The worn leather spines creak as I pile another stack of books into my arms. Their dusty pages call to me, begging to be opened and explored. I hoisted the stack of books higher in my arms, struggling to keep them balanced. There must have been at least two dozen volumes weighing down my arms, ranging from gothic horror to historical romances, all consists of something dark.

It had a long tail with long hangings and a little goatee under its chin. In fact, like all other proles, a Iuba was a beautiful being, with an innate elegance and grace, but when you looked into the piercing yellow eyes of these beasts, you could see their true nature. They were monsters, created to plant nightmares in people's heads and this sight would cause Maddox again one or two sleepless nights, because before someone had put a bullet in this Iuba, he had ripped the blond woman's throat out .

Maria had nothing against drinking and had never persecuted him for having a few too many, but he’d never felt comfortable coming home drunk, worried one of the boys would see him stumbling to bed. Oddly enough, he hadn’t any booze the entire time he’d slept here since Maria passed. He stepped off the last rung and onto the cellar’s concrete floor. He put his hands on his hips and gazed around, appraising his handiwork, thinking how pleased Maria would be when she saw it because, after all, it was what she’d asked for. The day after Dia de los Muertos, in Mexico City. *** “Ay dios mio,” Maria whispered as she descended the rickety wooden ladder, following Whitey and their guide into the subt