The candles flickered, casting lights on the walls in long finger trails of black shadow and golden light. Helen looked down at the book before her one more time. Perfect. She adjusted her glasses and studied the markings on the wall. Everything should be in order. She had studied this book and the ritual long enough. Months, in fact. She’d found the book and it seemed as though all of her prayers had been answered. Not that she had much use for prayers.

I love writing and love using the tarot to guide the way. For November, I want to show you how I use the tarot in writing by posting short snippets of a never written work based on an idea I had a while ago.