“Even as a curious song filters through the streets of San Miguel, one with the heartbeat of the guitarron, one with a melancholy melody, it isn’t enough to help him forget that he must continue to speak the creature's name. Not because it prevents the old gods from coming back to life, but to keep them from slipping into those dark places, like sun-obscured cenotes, where slivers of light cannot reach far enough to keep those malevolent things from being forgotten.” MythLegendMythical CreaturesOld Gods Book:Collage Macabre: An Exhibition of Art Horror Source: Collage Macabre: An Exhibition of Art Horror