““When I was little,” Nova says, “my gran used to say that Los Lagos began as a waiting place for spirits. La Mama and El Papa created it for the afterlife. But then the land took on a life of its own. It became solid. Grass and forests began to grow. Mountains formed, prairies shifted, and lakes and rivers cut across them all. The Tree of Souls was always the heart of it. Then the Deos sent animals and half-beings that didn’t belong in the human realm anymore.” “Like””
