“My mouth waters at the thought of the food we had at my party—the trays of lasagna, hayacas, towers and towers of pastelitos and ham and cheese croquettes, fried sweet plantain with melted cheese, crackling pork belly over salty beans… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“His knuckles are thick with calluses that come from repeatedly beating on things.” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“Impatience will get you killed almost as quickly as fear, boy.” I” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“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 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 the tips.… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“If you can’t learn to sacrifice the small things, you’ll never get the thing you’re after.” I” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“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 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 birch tree.… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
