The Goddess Circle #4
Long ago, i wanted to write stories based around tarot cards, but not in a typical way. instead, it was gonna be a sorta anthology series where the main characters of each story would have been based around the various tarot cars.
Lessons Learned
And small tables were set up that boasted mediums and tarot card readers for those that were interested in the darker underbelly of the city. charlatans created faux gris-gris bags and boasted of being sixth century voodoo practitioner.
Kobold Kaos - Schism
"the kobold tarot is gonna have some weird cards." the matriarch muttered, slumping back onto a mass of their coils. "guh...
Refills
Affectation, perhaps, but suited to his profession as a reader of tarot. his vision was clear, his words always gentle, and his insights rarely off the mark.
All Things Quiet And Sweet 15 - You Created This, James
Leaving the tarot cards in the lab, he headed to the equipment room, a somewhat dark room with a cluttering pile of various tools. he hoped there was something that could give him the right chemical.
All Things Quiet And Sweet 2 - The Time of Roses
The numbers had long been worn away, but that didn't matter as he soon opened it to find a tarot card, lying pristine inside.
Bump in the Night
If you were in the know, then you would find something a little bit more genuine for sale behind the dream catchers, incense burners, and tarot decks.
Children Chapter 5: Ties
"that's not quite how i remember tarot working, king." hazard interrupted. "my cards are not the same." king said. "the left hand tells me who is going to cause all three of your initial cards to complete fruition." he smiled an almost fatherly smile.
Arise! Minion of Hell (Hell Afterlife Services part 6)
He sat and flicked through a tarot deck that presumably belonged to rap to pass the time while anar continued to stare at the mysteriously innocent-looking box some more. it could be a long afternoon indeed.
Dancer From the Dance, Part 2
"how long have you read tarot?" i swallowed. "forty years now." a slight smile accompanied the fox's nod.
The Mad Gods 3: The Chronicles of the Damned
Not the smell of the dead, or the demons, or any of the other scents that had surrounded him in hell, but the soft smell of old parchment, sweet rum, incense, and the wet ink of tarot cards.
A Meeting of Rabbits - Namir Story (BETA)
I am no tarot reader in a tent, no conman who uses the vaguest of questions to 'tell the future'. my sights come from the lord master himself. do you doubt the power of a demi, little hazel?"