“Enough,” the horned man says. “I am Agosto, Faun King of the Meadow del Sol, and these are my kin. We live here safely away from the wicked birds near the river and far away from the Bone Valle.” I” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“Her skin is red as lava with splotches of black. Her eyes are dark and too far apart, giving her the look of a human salamander. When she huffs, smoke comes out of her nostrils. “Rodriga,” the horned man says.… — 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
“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 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 one of… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“curved horns that sprout from his temples and sweep into twisting points around his head. Gold,” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
