I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything — Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything a man could desire or aspire to, a woman who would suck the marrow from your bones and still leave you smiling.

— Aliette de Bodard, Servant of the Underworld

Pin Share Tweet WA Telegram

Topics

aztecs lust