With An Altar of Stories to Liminal Saints, Rios de la Luz returns with a new collection of stories inspired by her new life as a mother. Cults compete for dominance in a town divided by an ethereal rift, a woman is tasked with delivering magical packages, and a dying mermaid saves a young girl from a sinister pursuer in this genre-bending new collection. Blending the deeply personal and de la Luz’s love for the fantastic, Saints brings together ghosts and grief, demons and dirt eating, the immediately personal and the intensely whimsical.
Magical, or haunted, or cursed, or blessed. Reading this felt a bit like how I imagine reading the bible must feel to some, and a bit like how reading palms must feel to others.
Wow!!! Such incredible and surreal flow. Each word creates and builds a beautiful image, a beautiful feeling, accumulating into whatever it is you experience while dreaming. This is writing!!! This is art!!!
"I found scotch tape and stuck the leaves to my arms. They were supposed to be feathers. I stuck leaves to the crown of my head. I found scissors and clipped at my hair. With crooked bangs, I proclaimed, 'I am mother nature!'"
"Your imagination is meant to be wild, weird, and sometimes dark."
"I smiled on accident as I looked up at her and saw pieces of me. Here was my lineage and my stubbornness and those moments when I laughed so loud my face turned a bright red. There we were. Both of us, brilliant and hopeful, lucky enough to be on this planet at the same time, and we caught it in one photograph."
This was a rare book for me, full of short stories and at only a hundred pages yet it took me two weeks to read it. Not because it was hard to read but because it was lovely and strange, too good not to read slowly and savor. Magical, beautiful and sometimes hard, too. Loved this so much I bought all the Rios de la Luz books I couldn’t find at my local library