“Our kind, we don't leave many traces behind in this world.” — Zoraida Córdova Death Copy Share Image
“Impatience will get you killed almost as quickly as fear, boy.” I” — Zoraida Córdova Fear 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
“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
“His knuckles are thick with calluses that come from repeatedly beating on things.” — Zoraida Córdova Calluses Copy Share Image
“El Guardia, Protector of All Living Things, to watch over my family. We” — Zoraida Córdova Family 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 Sacrifice Copy Share Image
“I like to think I’m the right amount of cold. That way, no one can hurt me.” — Zoraida Córdova Cold 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… — Zoraida Córdova Fire 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
“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
“The mouse man grins and stuffs his mouth with cake. His wrists are too small for some of his bracelets, and when… — Zoraida Córdova Cake 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
“remember the night of my Deathday. The portal opened up, and she was on the other side, waiting, her face hidden by… — Zoraida Córdova Night Deathday Copy Share Image
“Maybe his shifting isn't just physical. Maybe it applies to his feelings too, because I don't see how he can walk around… — Zoraida Córdova English teacher Copy Share Image
“For a long time, I wanted nothing more than to be ordinary. As we run through the changing paths of this maze,… — Zoraida Córdova Long time Copy Share Image
“Mama Juanita used to say that when you drop a spoon, get ready for company, probably from a vindictive woman. A fork—a… — Zoraida Córdova Business 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 Black eyes 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
“His skin is the green of aging leaves, and his body is covered in thorny vines that move like extended limbs. He… — Zoraida Córdova Open mouth Copy Share Image
“I follow his stare at the speckles of stars. Suddenly I wonder, "Aren't you guys supposed to, like, sparkle or something?" And… — Zoraida Córdova Night sky Copy Share Image
“The man isn’t exactly a man. He’s got the face of an old man, yes. His moss-colored skin looks rough to the… — Zoraida Córdova Fear Copy Share Image
“Don't listen to him," Thalia interjects. "Our court is more civilized than whatever happens on land." "Tell that to the guy stuck… — Zoraida Córdova Funny Copy Share Image
“Their fingers are long, like flower stems, ending in leaves where nails should be. Snow-white women with skin like leather and smooth,… — Zoraida Córdova Flowers 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… — Zoraida Córdova Artist Copy Share Image
“tiny, green fairies that jump on branches and walk alongside us.” — 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… — Zoraida Córdova Meadow Copy Share Image
“Like the story of La Mama and El Papa traveling across the galaxy to find each other.” I used to love that… — Zoraida Córdova Papa Copy Share Image
