“When his cloak parts, I get a good look at the reason for his limp. He’s got a gold foot that stops… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“In the early 1900s, an artist named José Guadalupe Posada created the Catrinas. They were skeletons dressed in upper-class Spanish clothes and… — Zoraida Córdova Art Copy Share Image
“There’s a story about the daughters of El Cielo,” I say, like I’m reciting from a history textbook. “He was Deo of… — Zoraida Córdova History Copy Share Image
“Not all monsters look monstrous.” There’s so much sadness in his voice that I want to ask how he knows that. “Sometimes… — Zoraida Córdova Humans Copy Share Image
“Shadows curl like tentacles around a figure cloaked in a bloodred dress. The material hugs her like death, and a helmet of… — Zoraida Córdova Small steps Copy Share Image
“She raises a single feathered eyebrow. Her dark eyes appraise me, like she’s seeing me in a new light. “Finally,” — Zoraida Córdova Dark eyes Copy Share Image
“Creatures climb down the wall, gracefully defying gravity. Black claws dig into stone and tails wag like whips. A low growl, followed… — Zoraida Córdova Animals Copy Share Image
“El Cielo, god of the sky. He’s always depicted with great wings and a crown of feathers around his smooth, bald head.… — Zoraida Córdova God Copy Share Image
“He extends a furry finger that ends in a sharp, black nail. He breathes deep, as if he smells a perfume he… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“The death mask.” My mother dips her fingers in a bowl of white clay. She covers my face with it, blows on… — Zoraida Córdova Death Copy Share Image
“regret the choices I made that brought us here. I regret putting my family in danger. I breathe the sorrow in the… — Zoraida Córdova Family Copy Share Image
“Mama Juanita used to tell us the story of La Vieja Tollussa, who put herself in a hundred-year sleep to outlive her… — Zoraida Córdova La vie Copy Share Image
“Something shiny glints on the wooden table in the meadow. The sweet smell of freshly baked bread envelops me, and my belly… — Zoraida Córdova Fallen Tree Copy Share Image
“where does this food come from? Why do they all wear the same bracelets? Why does Rodriga the salamander girl seem to… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“My mother’s family were run out of their lands in Spain and fled to Mexico. My dad’s ancestors were African slaves in… — Zoraida Córdova Family Copy Share Image
“he kisses the back of his thumb. “Thank El Papa for our passage.” Rishi” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“Gold, silver, and leather bracelets decorate his wrists, and dozens of bauble rings adorn his fingers like knuckle-dusters. My dad had a… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“My grandma told me you guys were all extinct.” The duende makes a sour face. He keeps that long, craggy finger pointed… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“The Devourer’s dress of metal and bone clings to her like darkness. Her red eyes are bright behind the helmet of bone.… — Zoraida Córdova Psychology Copy Share Image
“Mama Juanita. I remember her sitting at the kitchen table when she thought everyone was asleep. She had a cigarillo in one… — Zoraida Córdova Books Copy Share Image
“Empty threats are comforting when you’re sailing across a river of vengeful souls. The” — Zoraida Córdova Spirituality Copy Share Image
“A tiny imp creature lazily drags a bloody bag over his shoulders. It glares at us with black eyes, bares a row… — Zoraida Córdova Animals Copy Share Image
