ou think they’re just cards? Just pictures and words good for gambling or faking townsfolk out of a few coppers? Go on and think that—I don’t mind. My cards know where you’ve been and where you’re going. And it’s not pretty. Not at all. So, walk away. Or stop and learn to turn the few remaining pages of the story of your life into a novel worth the telling. Or don’t. After all, they’re only cards..
he cards are your family—your cousins, sisters, sons, and parents. Never will you feel greater love or more fierce hate than when looking into their souls. Approach each card as a unique individual. No one gives their secrets to someone they don’t trust. Be sure the cards trust you.
-Riana, Varisian harrower
As everything until now, wasn’t enough..