Quetzalcoatl's Nest Booking Novels & Stories

Four chairs were already occupied. Coyote (still in his zoot suit) lounged sideways in one, boots on the table, dealing cards that flickered between paper and living flame. Across from him sat a woman made of storm clouds and galaxies, eyes like colliding nebulae (Raven, older than stories, trickster of the North). To her left: an enormous serpent whose scales were every color that ever hurt to look at (Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered One, wearing a smile that tasted like sunrise).

I explained. “You have us however you need us. We will do everything we can to help you fight,” Mateo said. That was good to hear because the next will be the biggest thing for them to wrap their heads around. They were doing really well so far. Hopefully, that would continue. “And that is why we knew we could count on you. The next thing we will explain is the biggest. It must stay between us for now until the council is taken care of properly. The prophecy mentions us as the Enchanted Dezentrae. Kenzie’s and my marks are not the typical ones,” I explained before we both exposed our marks for them to see.

A Wednesday in September and I'm not expecting much of a problem and am a relief when the message sends through. Hacienda Gótico: Hi! Thanks for getting in touch. I am delighted to inform you that we can accommodate your request. If the room selection below is fine by you, then click the link to proceed and complete making your reservation.

“Seems like our grand entrance is received rather well for someone who said they wanted to travel alone for awhile. How you doing?” “You don’t have to point that fact out, you know?” Kazal weakly chuckled as he muttered. “I’m good. Pretty idle during the daytime, but the nightime are busy with night elves trading for goods.” Vera offered a handshake, which Kazal accepted. While shaking hands, Vera said, “Apart from wanting to say that it’s a crazy and an amazing work mingling with the night elves, I sincerely hope that you could return to Briggs. Your company needs you.”

Quetzal clicked his tongue, picked up his cell phone, and walked to the soundproof area on the second floor. Quetzal lit a cigarette and said softly while smoking: "Calling in the middle of the night, is it for love or money?" "I'm in T1, come up." Bucky finished speaking and hung up. Quetzal frowned slightly, only feeling that Bucky was indecent tonight. Just in time, he was still at the bar. Quetzal crushed the cigarette and went straight to T1.

Taalook boomed, waving his huge claw dismissively. “Visitor Rex and esteemed company,” the thin crazak said, pressing its two upper-clawed fingers to his forehead. “I am Paool, one of the head zetas. Our queen has asked me to relay her rules while residing inside of her nest before entering. Do not worry, I will take up too much of your time or hers. Your weapons have been allowed to defend yourself should you be officially challenged, or attacked unprovoked by a small who has yet to receive the voice. Your meals will be brought to your domicile at specific times to be consumed only there, should she request you elsewhere, it will be brought to you personally. You may not venture around the

That's when I knew something was seriously wrong. As soon as I began to show I was moved here to a weird temple with Aztec writtings and markings. I only knew that it was Aztec from the strange woman who tended to me. She called herself a tlamatlquiticitl apparently a word that in ancient language meant woman and healer combined. She did strange rituals over and over around me praying to gods I didn't know. The name she chanted and mumbled was Tlazolteotl who she informed me was the Aztec goddess associated with childbirth and purification. Her name was Izel and I simply called her by that when I needed help or when we briefly chatted, but there was nothing warm about her. She was dressed in

He hadn't been with the Strays as long as some of the others. "The Raptors are a bunch of orphans that can fly," Tarloh explained. "They've slipped through different dimensions, but can't coexist this close to civilization like we can. It's hard to hide those wings. There's maybe a dozen or so of 'em. Some succubae, at least one gargoyle, two quetzalcoatl . . ." "What's a quetzalcoatl?"

With her computer hacking skills, she’d been the one cooking up the distractions in the pace while X got me out of there. Spitfire told me about the counter-coup meeting in Tenochtitlan. ‘Tenochtitlan’ had been the original name of Mexico City under the Aztecs before Cortes conquered it. So, Tenochtitlan is the name of Mexico City’s secret underground version of itself. With large parts of Mexico being third world status and with the nation’s government compromised by the controlling influence of the drug cartels, Mexico isn’t a big player in the New World Order and its underground breakaway society. Tenochtitlan is the only DUMB city that it has, and more people go through it in transit, be

Summer (dryly): Don’t sound so surprised. Rowen: Not surprised, Breeze. Shock and awe. I snort. Smooth bastard. Zak rolls his eyes. We know those three—Rowen, Jared, and Summer—are basically already mated. If they’re not a trio, I’ll eat my fucking shoe. Nathan: Who do we need to summon? Summer: Kanati—the Cherokee guardian of the hunt. And Huitzilopochtli—the Aztec god of war. Well damn. Shit just got real.