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“You think... we can't match him?" Slick asked from her bed. "I've had three children...And some man whose never felt... his baby crown is stronger than me? Is tougher than me? He thinks he's safe because he thinks like you. He looks at Patricia and thinks we're all a bunch of Sunshine Suzies. He think we're what we look like on the outside: Nice southern ladies. Let me tell you something, there's nothing nice about Southern ladies.”
― Grady Hendrix, The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires

“Everyone mistook her silence for being dim-witted, but Orquídea was as sharp as the knives in her pocket. She saw the truth in peoples lies. She saw the sin in their deeds.”
― Zoraida Córdova, The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina

“At her back, the walls sang. It was no warm trilling this time, but a deep, profound not of joy, impossibly clear and sweet and painful, the kind that reached down into her heart and touched her soul. She knew it was only responding to a speech, that it only understood the magic of words and rhetoric and meaning. But she also knew that because of that peculiar alchemy the world had changed, and somehow the walls knew it too. She closed her eyes and listened.”
― H.G. Parry, A Radical Act of Free Magic

“There were hundreds of things Marimar wanted to know. Why is this happening? Why can't we stop it? Why didn't you try to tell me sooner? Who are you? Why do this? What broke your heart so completely that it's splinters found their way through generations.”
― Zoraida Córdova, The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina