Vampires of El Norte
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Started reading September 21, 2024
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Nena knew, even as a child, that magic was a turn of phrase. A way that adults talked about bounty and blessings: with reverence, and perhaps a bit of fear, for when you had much, you never knew how much of it could be lost.
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The hiss nearly froze him. It was sharper than a rattler’s, as angry as a cougar’s. A feral part of him, deep and black and curled at the back of his mind, knew that this was a predator, and he was prey.
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When Néstor was brave or drunk enough to dream about this, he was met with blankness. An empty wall. The sweep of crinoline silk, the echo of a voice, but no face. The sensation of knowing someone was next to him. Of turning only to find the dream shattered, to realize he was utterly, achingly alone.
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But the boy he used to be was long dead, along with many other precious things besides.