El Libro De La Vida Catrina Y Xibalba -

Ever since their bet over Manolo, Joaquin, and Maria had ended—with Xibalba losing his realm of the Forgotten to the carefree, candle-loving memory of La Muerte—he had been restless. He was still a king, but a king without his cold, silent kingdom. He missed the echo of forgotten sighs. He missed the quiet dignity of oblivion.

And he missed her arguing with him.

“I want to stop being your enemy,” he said. “I want to be your balance. Not your opposite. Your partner.” el libro de la vida catrina y xibalba

“A dangerous pastime for you,” she replied, a hint of a smile on her painted skull. Ever since their bet over Manolo, Joaquin, and