In a Town Called MundomuertoIn this novel an old man is telling a boy the same story he has told him hundreds of times before, so that now the boy can correct him on his errors, omissions, and embellishments. It is a lyric story of bittersweet memories and the enduring power of a love the old man has felt since his boyhood for Lucia Luna, a once beautiful girl, now a bitter old woman, destroyed by the jealousy and superstition of her village. |
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Page 102
... Poco's hand , drawn but pointed at the ground , was the gleaming saber he wore on his hip in the fashion of the conquistadors he had once heard stories of . " Buenos días , Alberto , " Poco said . He came so close that Alberto was able ...
... Poco's hand , drawn but pointed at the ground , was the gleaming saber he wore on his hip in the fashion of the conquistadors he had once heard stories of . " Buenos días , Alberto , " Poco said . He came so close that Alberto was able ...
Page 105
... Poco was startled . With the tip of his saber poised half an inch above Alberto's neck , so close that Alberto could feel the cool vibrations of death emanating from the steel , Poco held his breath , eyebrows cocked , and waited ...
... Poco was startled . With the tip of his saber poised half an inch above Alberto's neck , so close that Alberto could feel the cool vibrations of death emanating from the steel , Poco held his breath , eyebrows cocked , and waited ...
Page 106
... Poco . He motioned for the tall boy to bend down , and thus Poco was made privy to the secret . He nodded enthusiastically , a broad grin on his face . A moment later he slipped his saber into the leather sheath that hung from his belt ...
... Poco . He motioned for the tall boy to bend down , and thus Poco was made privy to the secret . He nodded enthusiastically , a broad grin on his face . A moment later he slipped his saber into the leather sheath that hung from his belt ...
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Alberto felt Amiga Arcadio Martín Arsenio asked atop belly boats boy says bracelet breath bumblebee chest cliff crowd dance dolphin-man door dragged dream dress Ernesto eyes face father feel feet fingers fingertips fish gaze grandfather says grinning ground guitar hair hand head heart inside jaguar Jorge Canales jungle knees knew later laughed legs looked Lucia Luna Luna's machete María Quesada minute mouth moved Mundomuerto Mundosuave neck never nieto night nodded Nuevas Alijas ocean old man says old man's orange path plaza Poco Por amor porkpie hat pulled pulque pushed red-winged blackbird rock Rosario Morales screaming seemed Señor Luna shoulder shutters side smell smile softly staring step stone wall stood story tell thing thought told tortillas town turkey vultures turned Valencia Didión villagers voice waited walked wanted watched whispered window woman women women laughed wonder