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“Whether the woods knew my name or not, they took me. So I became blackbirds, birch trees, water. I existed as whatever part of the woods would have me, rocks or crows or fallen leaves. I spent time in whatever creek or poison red-and-white mushrooms let me in.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, Blanca & Roja

“Do you need somewhere to stay?” I asked.
“I’ll figure it out.”
“Want to stay here?”
“Why?” he asked.
“Good point. We’re the del Cisne girls.” I gave him the widened eyes of a vengeful witch. “Who knows what we might turn you into?”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, Blanca & Roja

“My mother used to tell Blanca and me stories about nahuales. She said they lived among humans but at night became wolves or owls, flying on the wind like la llorona. Sometimes they made children sick and sucked the blood of their parents. Sometimes they withered crops with the touch of their wasted fingers. They drew souls halfway from their sleeping bodies and then dropped them like handfuls of water.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, Blanca & Roja

“When I met Eldred, he rode up on a milk-white steed, and all the imaginings of my life were as dust and ashes.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King