Mictlantecuhtli, Lord of the Dead.
Custodian of the bones of all past human generations.
This novella is the voice of my Indian ancestors calling for my remembrance. It is also the voice of my Spanish ancestors calling for my forgiveness. I, and the whole raza, owe these two peoples our lives because they created us. We must never overlook their faults as we remember that they have survived within our deepest memories and our daily expressions of passion.
Rosa Martha Villarreal