Cerise was a cardmaster- splashy, gay, extravagant, and deadly. A flamboyant vagabond, she wielded magic-bearing cards for her own profit and others, in small games of chance or even in the lords' Great Games. She was a weapon master, too - to protect the cards and the intermittent wealth they brought her. Byron was pale, cold, dour, and desperate. He looked as if demons were after him, which they were. A cardsmith's apprentice, he already could imbue cards with magic and could decode spells other cardsmiths had hidden in cards-but he was powerless against the forces chasing him. But powerless or not, hunted or not, he had a hot hand-and Cerise wanted him. It was either the beginning of a beautiful friendship - or something deadly.
Cerise was a cardmaster- splashy, gay, extravagant, and deadly. A flamboyant vagabond, she wielded magic-bearing cards for her own profit and others, in small games of chance or even in the lords' Great Games. She was a weapon master, too - to protect the cards and the intermittent wealth they brought her. Byron was pale, cold, dour, and desperate. He looked as if demons were after him, which they were. A cardsmith's apprentice, he already could imbue cards with magic and could decode spells other cardsmiths had hidden in cards-but he was powerless against the forces chasing him. But powerless or not, hunted or not, he had a hot hand-and Cerise wanted him. It was either the beginning of a beautiful friendship - or something deadly.
Cerise was a cardmaster- splashy, gay, extravagant, and deadly. A flamboyant vagabond, she wielded magic-bearing cards for her own profit and others, in small games of chance or even in the lords' Great Games. She was a weapon master, too - to protect the cards and the intermittent wealth they brought her. Byron was pale, cold, dour, and desperate. He looked as if demons were after him, which they were. A cardsmith's apprentice, he already could imbue cards with magic and could decode spells other cardsmiths had hidden in cards-but he was powerless against the forces chasing him. But powerless or not, hunted or not, he had a hot hand-and Cerise wanted him. It was either the beginning of a beautiful friendship - or something deadly.
