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“It was difficult to explain to Mike the house where she'd come from. The things her father and grandmother had believed in. Stories of stars, or slippery mermaids, and enchanted rivers. Stories about ghosts that could enter the house if they didn't lay down enough salt. Fairies living in the hills of their fancy estate in Four Rivers, disguised as insects. Magic things. Impossible things.”
― Zoraida Córdova, The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina

“She wondered, did everyone else have such a fraught relationship with the place they came from? Did anyone else have a grandmother who might as well have been a legend, a myth, a series of miracles that took the shape of an old woman?”
― Zoraida Córdova

“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

“Four Rivers was special for reasons the living population had all but forgotten. It was, in the most general sense, magic-adjacent. There are locations all over the world where power is so concentrated that it becomes the meeting ground for good and evil. Call them nexuses. Call them lay lines. Call them Eden. Over the centuries, as Four Rivers lost it's water sources, it's magic faded, too, leaving only a weak pulse beneath it's dry mountain plains. That pulse was enough.”
― Zoraida Córdova, The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina