So El Dorado is no’ a man.”
In a soft tone, Lucia said, “She’s La Dorada, the Gilded Woman. History had it wrong.
Really wrong.”
“Makes sense.”
“What do you mean?”
“Say you were a conquistador, hunting for the Gilded One’s gold, yet the native was clever enough to keep a tomb full of it hidden. A native—a woman native— somehow outwits you?” He shook his head. “Back in the day, I met a few gold-hungry conquistadors, and let’s put it this way—the fragility of conquistador ego canna be overstated.

Author: Kresley Cole