What do you think?
Rate this book


331 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2007
[Cortés said,] "I do not want to destroy these people, but I will conquer them." When he took Malintzín in his arms and entered her body he was Lord of the New World, filled with triumph and peace. But she was one of them, a savage to be conquered. Her mystery inflamed him and he had grown rough with her. [p.70]
The nation [Cortés] had conquered, many times the size of Spain, the woman he had loved, whose body had disappeared without trace, taking with it his power over the land and all his good fortune ... I've grown old like my father who died in my absence. I wanted him to be proud of me. I dreamed of conquering the world like Alexander the Great. In Marina's arms I thought myself immortal; she enchanted me with her forked tongue. [p.290]
As Martín stepped onto dry land, pale and weary from the long voyage, he heard a strangely familiar language. At first he did not recognize the Nahuatl words, then his face flushed with a sudden warmth as the soft guttural sounds stirred within him. Everywhere he looked there were people like himself, mestizos with golden skin and almond-shaped eyes, not quite Spanish, not quite Indian. Martín Cortés was not a man given to exuberance, but a new sense of belonging grew in him and in February of 1563, when he reached the city of his birth, all his senses came alive to the familiarity of the place and to his forgotten self, the small child abandoned before he'd had a chance to know who he was, or to understand the world he had entered. [p.305]