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“Sometimes reality strays so far from what’s rational that we can only explain it through fantasy.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“Plant your new garden with the seeds of equality, water it with tolerance and empathy, and warm it with the temperate heat of truth.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“When someone deviates from an accepted norm, they signal a gap in the system. A hole that hasn’t been plugged. The danger with exposing a foundation’s failings is it opens the door to the possibility that it’s a faulty structure altogether and should be torn down and built anew.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“One day I waited for her to go to work, and the instant I was alone with Perla, I snapped.
“My fucking life is ruled by more protocols than a Jane Austen character!”
It might have been the nerdiest meltdown in history.”
― Lobizona
“My fucking life is ruled by more protocols than a Jane Austen character!”
It might have been the nerdiest meltdown in history.”
― Lobizona
“Manuela de La Mancha,” says a deep voice. It sounds strange to hear such a long name, but that’s the manada I’m pretending to be from.
“Hola, Marilén,” I say to Tiago and Saysa’s great-grandmother, whom I met moments ago.
“No sos bruja.” You’re not a witch.
My tongue feels like sandpaper, and my mouth seals dry. Since our wolf-shadows roam outside the Citadel, and my fangs and claws are retracted, I didn’t think there would be any indicator of my identity—
“No te preocupes, no vengo a interrogarte.” Don’t worry, I’m not here to interrogate you.
She moves closer, and the way her steely eyes seem to see more than others reminds me of Perla. “Toda la vida soñé con conocerte,” she whispers. My whole life I’ve dreamt of meeting you.
Her long black hair is in a tight, elegant bun that pulls her skin, stretching it so that if there’s a single wrinkle, I don’t see it. “La primera de nosotras que nació fuera de su jaula.”
The first of us to be born outside her cage.”
― Lobizona
“Hola, Marilén,” I say to Tiago and Saysa’s great-grandmother, whom I met moments ago.
“No sos bruja.” You’re not a witch.
My tongue feels like sandpaper, and my mouth seals dry. Since our wolf-shadows roam outside the Citadel, and my fangs and claws are retracted, I didn’t think there would be any indicator of my identity—
“No te preocupes, no vengo a interrogarte.” Don’t worry, I’m not here to interrogate you.
She moves closer, and the way her steely eyes seem to see more than others reminds me of Perla. “Toda la vida soñé con conocerte,” she whispers. My whole life I’ve dreamt of meeting you.
Her long black hair is in a tight, elegant bun that pulls her skin, stretching it so that if there’s a single wrinkle, I don’t see it. “La primera de nosotras que nació fuera de su jaula.”
The first of us to be born outside her cage.”
― Lobizona
“You can't let others' close mindedness impact your mindset. That's the quickest path to failure. The only thing you can control is yourself.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“The texts are pristine, printed in colors so brilliant, the ink looks fresh. Every few feet, a spine pushes in between adjacent texts, like a new book has just been birthed. It’s a living library.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“... If my life sucks, that just means it hasn't peaked yet I'm in the middle of my story and every tomorrow could be my happily ever after.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“Anything you do that’s traditional wolf territory could be challenged by some zealot, and you could wind up before the tribunal. I’ve been studying their decisions, and they tend to be led by their pragmatism. Our world is gray, and rapidly gray-ing, and the tribunal navigates it by sticking to a determinedly black-and-white approach. They rule by the book and can’t be swayed by emotion. If you don’t fit the exact letter of the law, they see you as going against it.”
“So what do I do?”
“You can’t break a law that doesn’t apply to you.”
“Meaning?”
“If you’re undocumented, you’re unwritten. Embrace that.”
“You’re saying if no one’s told my story before ... I get to tell it the way I want?”
“Exactly.”
― Lobizona
“So what do I do?”
“You can’t break a law that doesn’t apply to you.”
“Meaning?”
“If you’re undocumented, you’re unwritten. Embrace that.”
“You’re saying if no one’s told my story before ... I get to tell it the way I want?”
“Exactly.”
― Lobizona
“If there's no word in any known vocabulary to encapsulate me, that just means language can't define me. A label can't hold me. I'm beyond classification. I'm an original. I'm - 'Undocumented.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“Hay horrores en el mundo que resultan imposibles de explicar. El propio pueblo natal de García Márquez sufrió una masacre muy parecida a la de Macondo… A veces, la realidad se aleja tanto de lo que es racional que solo podemos explicarla a partir de la fantasía.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“No matter how many borders we cross, we can’t seem to outrun the fear of not feeling safe in our own homes.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“It feels like my friend's have dropped their armor because there are parents in charge now, so everything will be fine. But it's hard to find the magic in bubbles when you've seen how easily they pop.”
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“I'm a passenger not just in this vehicle, but in my body, in this country, in my life. Defined by decisions I didn't make.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“Sometimes reality strays so far from what's rational that we can only explain it through fantasy.”
― Lobizona
― Lobizona
“"Come here."
A velvety soft and seductive voice invades my mind. I feel a sudden pull on my muscles, and to my horror, my limbs begin to move in the wrong direction.
I try to resist, but it's as if the demon's will has found a way to override my own. I don't want to go to him, but my traitor legs carry me closer, until I'm standing before him.
"Sit down."
My heart belts out in desperation as I obediently lower myself to the floor. Once level with his face, my breath catches in my throat as I stare at him from up close.
His skin is as smooth as porcelain, brand-new and untouched like the texts of this library. Yet most striking of all are his eyes, which look like they were cut from actual amethyst.
"Expose your throat."
I try and fail to scream again.
Not being in control of myself is harrowing, and the harder my heart beats, the more animated his gaze grows. Like he's enjoying my fear.
I force every cell of my being to fight his command, but it's useless. I gasp as my trembling fingers reach up to unzip my hoodie, baring my neck to him.
The demon traces every inch of my skin as it's revealed, and my chest feels so tight that I'm not sure I'm breathing. I part my lips to swallow a lungful of air---
Daggers rip my throat.
I cry out in pain, my whole body burning, like my skin has been set ablaze. The monster crushes me to his mouth as he drinks, and I can't even attempt to fight for my life because my body isn't mine anymore.
It's his.”
― The Last Vampire
A velvety soft and seductive voice invades my mind. I feel a sudden pull on my muscles, and to my horror, my limbs begin to move in the wrong direction.
I try to resist, but it's as if the demon's will has found a way to override my own. I don't want to go to him, but my traitor legs carry me closer, until I'm standing before him.
"Sit down."
My heart belts out in desperation as I obediently lower myself to the floor. Once level with his face, my breath catches in my throat as I stare at him from up close.
His skin is as smooth as porcelain, brand-new and untouched like the texts of this library. Yet most striking of all are his eyes, which look like they were cut from actual amethyst.
"Expose your throat."
I try and fail to scream again.
Not being in control of myself is harrowing, and the harder my heart beats, the more animated his gaze grows. Like he's enjoying my fear.
I force every cell of my being to fight his command, but it's useless. I gasp as my trembling fingers reach up to unzip my hoodie, baring my neck to him.
The demon traces every inch of my skin as it's revealed, and my chest feels so tight that I'm not sure I'm breathing. I part my lips to swallow a lungful of air---
Daggers rip my throat.
I cry out in pain, my whole body burning, like my skin has been set ablaze. The monster crushes me to his mouth as he drinks, and I can't even attempt to fight for my life because my body isn't mine anymore.
It's his.”
― The Last Vampire
“Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.”
― Castle of the Cursed
― Castle of the Cursed
