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“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

“As they piled into the minivan, Rhiannon said, "I talked to the moon again last night." She scratched her forehead. Her Rose had turned violet overnight. Rey examined his Rose. "How come I don't get to be a human mood ring?"
Marimar ginned and said, "because your only mood is dramatic.”
― Zoraida Córdova, The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina

“Orquídea's favourite colour was the blue of twilight - just light enough that the sky no longer appeared black, but before pinks and purples bled into it. She thought that colour captured the moment the world held it's breath, and she'd been holding hers for a long time.”
― Zoraida Córdova, The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina

“Tantinelly would never be a painter, a writer, a celebrity, a scientist. She didn't wait to be any of those things, and that was okay. Some people were meant for great, lasting legacies. Others were meant for small moments of goodness, tiny but that rippled and grew in big, wide ways. Tantinelly might have been ordinary, but she was not weak. And she'd been saving the gift Orquídea had given her for a moment that mattered.”
― Zoraida Córdova, The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina