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“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

“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

“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