Marie-Ange Colbert leaned over the table in her hotel room, flipping the tarot cards delicately and sliding them into their position in the spread. Her index finger pressed against the laminate of a well-used card and she felt the familiar flutter of a precognitive vision overcoming her senses. She leaned back in her chair as her eyes began to glow white and she fell into the scene her cards wanted her to see.

( At first there was nothing but color. )