Zoraida Córdova

“Meadow del Sol.”

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“Caves of Night—I”

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“lights the stone bowl”

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“guava and brie empanadas. Uncle”

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“Selva of Ashes?” Nova”

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“saber-toothed demons. Somewhere”

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“river of souls,”

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“But you think with your pockets, don’t you?” “I”

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“Calling or no calling, a bruja’s got to pay the bills.”

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“No need to shout at the wind.” I”

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“May the seas bend to your journey.”

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“Our kind, we don't leave many traces behind in this world.”

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“A frail man with the head of a mouse leans”

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“Don't touch things just because they're shiny.”

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“Every wish, every prayer has to go somewhere, right?”

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“I am Oros, the duende of the River Luxaria. I provide crossing to the other shore.” “Shut”

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“Real fairies from the Kingdom of Adas. Tall, slender green pixies with shimmering wings and black, almond-shaped eyes.”

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“hunched, furless cat scatters up a tree with something dead in its jaws. “I’m”

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“he kisses the back of his thumb. “Thank El Papa for our passage.” Rishi”

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“Why do gods do anything?” Nova asks. “You can have your existential crisis when we return.” “Get”

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“curved horns that sprout from his temples and sweep into twisting points around his head. Gold,”

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“Not all loves are meant to last forever. Some burn like fire until there is nothing left but ash and black ink…

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“When his cloak parts, I get a good look at the reason for his limp. He’s got a gold foot that stops…

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“By the Deos of eternity. By the blood of my blood. By the light of La Mama and the shadow of El…

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“Are you hungry?” a girl asks. She’s got wild curls and light-brown skin that is run through with green lines, like a…

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“The mouse man grins and stuffs his mouth with cake. His wrists are too small for some of his bracelets, and when…

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“The Devourer’s dress of metal and bone clings to her like darkness. Her red eyes are bright behind the helmet of bone.…

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“regret the choices I made that brought us here. I regret putting my family in danger. I breathe the sorrow in the…

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“He extends a furry finger that ends in a sharp, black nail. He breathes deep, as if he smells a perfume he…

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“My mouth waters at the thought of the food we had at my party—the trays of lasagna, hayacas, towers and towers of…

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“Mama Juanita used to say that when you drop a spoon, get ready for company, probably from a vindictive woman. A fork—a…

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“Shadows curl like tentacles around a figure cloaked in a bloodred dress. The material hugs her like death, and a helmet of…

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“There’s a story about the daughters of El Cielo,” I say, like I’m reciting from a history textbook. “He was Deo of…

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“likeness of a bird of prey. She’s terrible and wonderful to look at, with soft, bronze wings that grow from the bottom…

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“My grandma told me you guys were all extinct.” The duende makes a sour face. He keeps that long, craggy finger pointed…

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“My mother’s family were run out of their lands in Spain and fled to Mexico. My dad’s ancestors were African slaves in…

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“Something shiny glints on the wooden table in the meadow. The sweet smell of freshly baked bread envelops me, and my belly…

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“When I was little,” Nova says, “my gran used to say that Los Lagos began as a waiting place for spirits. La…

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“it looks like one of them shifts in midair. Her wings elongate to a massive wingspan, and hands with claws form at…

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“tiny, green fairies that jump on branches and walk alongside us.”

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