The Curse of Balar Quotes

“Strange how his entire life could fit on a table, for he was that most despicable of creatures, a serial novelist. A battlefield of failures in the form of crumpled paper littered the ground around the chair. He stared at them forlornly. It was not that they were empty, just that they were full of poison. Ink in the shape of ghosts and curses. Beauty corrupted by darkness.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“Another cloud bank drew across the moon. In the darkness, she ate. She ate as the ravenous hunger spurred her on. She stripped flesh from bone and savoured the metallic warmth of blood on her tongue. She kept eating and ripping and chewing. Soon she would be full. Soon. Almost.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“Monsters on the roof kept me occupied for some time. Dragons and drakes. Werewolves and hags. Stories of love and blood — the kind of stories mother used to read to us. Stories full of dark mysteries and horrid creatures. Oh, how I miss them.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“The offending canvas stood in the middle of the room under another stained tarp — like an apparition.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“Superstitions are just the stories we tell ourselves to help us sleep. This is not god. God is kindness. It is that simple, boy. Every worthwhile sage will tell you the same thing.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“Irini nodded again as she gazed off into the trees. “Strange times,” she said. “Times of change.”

“Good or bad?” he asked.

“Change is neither good nor bad, my champion.” She smiled her wolfish smile. “It is a matter of who takes advantage of the chaos. Idle hunters starve, as you know.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“His hands stopped shaking once she placed them on the piano keys. His fingers moved, finding the right places, starting the melody. The tears stopped and the senseless mumble was replaced by a low, droning hum. His eyes focused on something right above the piano — a focus they did not have a moment before. She watched him as he found the music again.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“Once upon a time, in the strange town of Balar, there were two handsome brothers, Pierre and Mathéo.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“Nights were unbearable. Every night. Everywhere. There was no escaping it, no matter how many times he changed rooms. It was here. The thing was in the room again.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“Balar, a black mass of buildings with steeply pitched slate roofs and ornate gables of dark wood reaching into the cold air like the legs of a dead spider. It is a town with a history that reached back into the mists of history — a history won by the sword and the pike and paid for in blood.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“They buried her deep, but not deep enough.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar

“The brighter the light, the sharper the shadows.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Curse of Balar