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Cordelia felt the weight of at her hip, the sword that was both her greatest strength and her heaviest burden. She looked from the steel to the paper, realizing that in the world of Shadowhunters, destiny wasn't something you read in the cards—it was something you carved out of the dark, one stroke at a time.
"Perhaps," James said softly, "the cards only show us the truths we are already too afraid to speak aloud."
She didn't need to flip it over to know what it was. She felt the heat of the drawing before her eyes even met the ink. It was , a card that in this deck didn't just represent conflict, but the weight of a legacy. "Thinking of Cortana?" a voice asked from the doorway.
Cordelia felt the weight of at her hip, the sword that was both her greatest strength and her heaviest burden. She looked from the steel to the paper, realizing that in the world of Shadowhunters, destiny wasn't something you read in the cards—it was something you carved out of the dark, one stroke at a time.
"Perhaps," James said softly, "the cards only show us the truths we are already too afraid to speak aloud." Cordelia_tarot_Cordelia.epub
She didn't need to flip it over to know what it was. She felt the heat of the drawing before her eyes even met the ink. It was , a card that in this deck didn't just represent conflict, but the weight of a legacy. "Thinking of Cortana?" a voice asked from the doorway. Cordelia felt the weight of at her hip,