“Our kind, we don't leave many traces behind in this world.” — Zoraida Córdova Death Copy Share Image
“he kisses the back of his thumb. “Thank El Papa for our passage.” Rishi” — Zoraida Córdova Kisses Copy Share Image
“Why do gods do anything?” Nova asks. “You can have your existential crisis when we return.” “Get” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“curved horns that sprout from his temples and sweep into twisting points around his head. Gold,” — Zoraida Córdova Horns Copy Share Image
“hunched, furless cat scatters up a tree with something dead in its jaws. “I’m” — Zoraida Córdova Cats Copy Share Image
“I am Oros, the duende of the River Luxaria. I provide crossing to the other shore.” “Shut” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“Real fairies from the Kingdom of Adas. Tall, slender green pixies with shimmering wings and black, almond-shaped eyes.” — Zoraida Córdova Fairies Copy Share Image
“El Guardia, Protector of All Living Things, to watch over my family. We” — Zoraida Córdova Family Copy Share Image
“His knuckles are thick with calluses that come from repeatedly beating on things.” — Zoraida Córdova Calluses Copy Share Image
“regret the choices I made that brought us here. I regret putting my family in danger. I breathe the sorrow in the… — Zoraida Córdova Family Copy Share Image
“He extends a furry finger that ends in a sharp, black nail. He breathes deep, as if he smells a perfume he… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“My mouth waters at the thought of the food we had at my party—the trays of lasagna, hayacas, towers and towers of… — Zoraida Córdova Food Copy Share Image
“The Devourer’s dress of metal and bone clings to her like darkness. Her red eyes are bright behind the helmet of bone.… — Zoraida Córdova Psychology Copy Share Image
“By the Deos of eternity. By the blood of my blood. By the light of La Mama and the shadow of El… — Zoraida Córdova Blood Of My Blood Copy Share Image
“Are you hungry?” a girl asks. She’s got wild curls and light-brown skin that is run through with green lines, like a… — Zoraida Córdova Brown skin Copy Share Image
“The mouse man grins and stuffs his mouth with cake. His wrists are too small for some of his bracelets, and when… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“In the early 1900s, an artist named José Guadalupe Posada created the Catrinas. They were skeletons dressed in upper-class Spanish clothes and… — Zoraida Córdova Art Copy Share Image
“it looks like one of them shifts in midair. Her wings elongate to a massive wingspan, and hands with claws form at… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“The death mask.” My mother dips her fingers in a bowl of white clay. She covers my face with it, blows on… — Zoraida Córdova Breath Copy Share Image
“My mother’s family were run out of their lands in Spain and fled to Mexico. My dad’s ancestors were African slaves in… — Zoraida Córdova Ancestors Copy Share Image
“Something shiny glints on the wooden table in the meadow. The sweet smell of freshly baked bread envelops me, and my belly… — Zoraida Córdova Bread Copy Share Image
“When I was little,” Nova says, “my gran used to say that Los Lagos began as a waiting place for spirits. La… — Zoraida Córdova Spirituality Copy Share Image
“My grandma told me you guys were all extinct.” The duende makes a sour face. He keeps that long, craggy finger pointed… — Zoraida Córdova Lament Copy Share Image
“Shadows curl like tentacles around a figure cloaked in a bloodred dress. The material hugs her like death, and a helmet of… — Zoraida Córdova Cloaked Copy Share Image
“There’s a story about the daughters of El Cielo,” I say, like I’m reciting from a history textbook. “He was Deo of… — Zoraida Córdova Curse Copy Share Image
“Impatience will get you killed almost as quickly as fear, boy.” I” — Zoraida Córdova Fear Copy Share Image
