“Their fingers are long, like flower stems, ending in leaves where nails should be. Snow-white women with skin like leather and smooth, hairless heads wear crowns of thorns and pale roses. Dresses made of thousands and thousands of dry flower… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“His knuckles are thick with calluses that come from repeatedly beating on things.” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“If you can’t learn to sacrifice the small things, you’ll never get the thing you’re after.” I” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“curved horns that sprout from his temples and sweep into twisting points around his head. Gold,” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share
