It is October 28, 1962. The world stands ready to destroy itself; only, there are jaguars. There are magical jaguars, spinning endlessly around the Earth. They work their jaguar magic to avert the Cuban Missile Crisis. They become angry. “This is unfair,” growls Ixchel. She’s a jaguar concerned with justice. “I blame the Mayans,” sighs … Continue reading . . .
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