Labyrinth Lost (Brooklyn Brujas, #1)

by Zoraida Córdova

Calling or no calling, a bruja’s got to pay the bills.

I like to think I’m the right amount of cold. That way, no one can hurt me.

Mama Juanita used to say that when you drop a spoon, get ready for company, probably from a vindictive woman. A fork—a handsome man. A knife—lock the doors and windows.

I’m not the encantrix everyone thought I would be. Right now, I’m just a girl, and there is also magic in that.

never trust a boy with star eyes. They blind you like a deer in headlights.”

For a long time, I wanted nothing more than to be ordinary. As we run through the changing paths of this maze, I realize I was never ordinary to begin with. We are built a certain way, and the only thing I regret is that it took me so long to see that. The

Not all loves are meant to last forever. Some burn like fire until there is nothing left but ash and black ink on skin.