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“Shh.鈥� I cupped his face in my hands, running my thumbs over his cheeks. I wanted to memorize the feeling of his stubble against my palms, the shape of his lips as they parted. His dark eyelashes, framing eyes that looked up at me with utter trust. With a longing so open and deep it sent an ache through my chest. No looking back. No looking forward. 鈥淭hen don鈥檛.鈥� I lowered my face to his. 鈥淛ust be with me now,鈥� I breathed against his lips. 鈥淏e.”
― Isabel Ca帽as, The Hacienda

“Juana had always been headstrong, almost churlish, but there was a wildness to her now, one that spoke of something shattered within her.”
― Isabel Ca帽as, The Hacienda

“If other men were charcoal sketches, he was drawn in fine ink.”
― Isabel Ca帽as, Vampires of El Norte

“Even when she walked into the most sickened of houses to purify their energy with copal and smudging of burnt herbs on the walls and hearths, houses so diseased she ordered me to stand outside with the inhabitants, the voices rippled off her like water off silver, her aura as impenetrable as a warrior's gleaming shield. She was a prophet in a land that had been stripped of its gods: a healer of the sick, a beacon in the night. She reached into steel-dark clouds to control the storms of the rainy season, seizing lightning as her reins and bending them to her will to turn harvests into gold. She called the voices to heel and banished them. I was not her.”
― Isabel Ca帽as, The Hacienda