He extends a furry finger that ends in a sharp, black…

“His knuckles are thick with calluses that come from repeatedly beating on things.”

— Zoraida Córdova

“May the seas bend to your journey.”

— Zoraida Córdova

“Enough,” the horned man says. “I am Agosto, Faun King of the Meadow del Sol, and these are my kin. We live here safely…

— Zoraida Córdova

“opens its mouths to reveal a long, red tongue. More”

— Zoraida Córdova

“Impatience will get you killed almost as quickly as fear, boy.” I”

— Zoraida Córdova

“remember the night of my Deathday. The portal opened up, and she was on the other side, waiting, her face hidden by the horned…

— Zoraida Córdova

“But you think with your pockets, don’t you?” “I”

— Zoraida Córdova

“it looks like one of them shifts in midair. Her wings elongate to a massive wingspan, and hands with claws form at the tips.…

— Zoraida Córdova

“If you can’t learn to sacrifice the small things, you’ll never get the thing you’re after.” I”

— Zoraida Córdova

“His skin is the green of aging leaves, and his body is covered in thorny vines that move like extended limbs. He raises his…

— Zoraida Córdova

“Are you hungry?” a girl asks. She’s got wild curls and light-brown skin that is run through with green lines, like a birch tree.…

— Zoraida Córdova

“At the head of the table, where the roots of the fallen tree create a high, twisted chair, is a man. His chest is…

— Zoraida Córdova

“Not all loves are meant to last forever. Some burn like fire until there is nothing left but ash and black ink on skin.”

— Zoraida Córdova

“The mouse man grins and stuffs his mouth with cake. His wrists are too small for some of his bracelets, and when one of…

— Zoraida Córdova

“curved horns that sprout from his temples and sweep into twisting points around his head. Gold,”

— Zoraida Córdova