TarotScope of the Day

The Mist remained for a full moon's cycle. During that time creativity flourished as people painted with colours they had previously been unable to see. Forgiveness became the common tongue. Sentimental treasures were exchanged, valued not for njihovo gold, but for the memories they held. When the Great Tides finally receded and the edges of the world sharpened once more, the people were changed. Continue reading …

In the city of Lume, where time was measured by bells and memory by stone, the Ember Gate had stood unopened for a thousand years. It was not locked. It was simply waiting for someone who was no longer afraid of what stood on the other side. Most thought it would take a hero. A chosen one. A figure wrapped in prophecy and flame. Instead, it was Mara, a mapmaker with ink-stained hands and a quiet habit of telling the truth even when it made rooms uncomfortable. Continue reading …

The boat arrived without a sail. Mara felt it first. A sudden warmth in her chest, unfamiliar and insistent, like a door opening onto a room she had forgotten. Iseult felt the opposite, a tightening behind the ribs. « Do you feel that ? » Mara asked. « I feel too much, » Iseult said. The boat began to move. Continue reading …