Tinsal

In a society that could be ours, or not, in a time that was, or not, there hunkers a stone castle. Inside is Bronwyn, a woman ruined, a woman with a wooden leg. She has a tarot deck able to manipulate destiny, and a list of names. Her time for payback has now come.

Somewhere in the cold dark halls another stalks in stealth, cloak swirling, stripped of life, a man who waves crystals over a scarred table, binding each name to an attention-seeking card. Zanderin will play this game, for he, too, seeks something.

A card, after all, is just a card…until Zanderin delivers it.

The cards are dealt, the conflict begins. Karma rides towards the players via a swift carriage.

This is Tinsal, and this is cosmic vengeance.

©2019 Elaina J. Davidson (P)2020 Elaina J. Davidson