The Tinsal Deck — Elaina J. Davidson

In a society that could be ours, or not, in a time that was, or not, there hunkers a stone castle. Inside is Bronwyn, a woman ruined, a woman with a wooden leg. Before her lays a tarot deck able to manipulate destiny. Somewhere in the cold dark halls another stalks in stealth, stripped of life, a man who waves crystals over a scarred table. Zanderin is a rogue, a cad, and a supreme sorcerer. He loves the ruthless witch, at least he did. The cards are dealt, the conflict begins, karma rides toward them in a swift carriage. This is Tinsal, and this is cosmic vengeance.