Excerpt:
Wisecracker
“A Sceptre,” Folly then muses. “Fitting
for an adventurer. A thing of change, a stave to lean on, a symbol of
leadership, and even a weapon.” He takes his card from a pocket and lays it
alongside Rhodry’s. “I received the Wisecracker
… kind of poetic, given my name. Wisecracker,” he snorts. “My father called me
everything from joker and fool to jester, but my mother called me the
mischievous wisecracker.” He makes a face. “I don’t carry all my worldly
possessions with me in one patterned carpetbag and I’m certainly not a nomad,
but I have no idea where I’m going in life or what I’m to do with it. Smile and
joke through uncertainty. Isn’t that the usual interpretation? These dice,
though, this whistle …?” He blinks, stares, and then taps the cards. “Tarot
images. She has a master deck and she plays to win.”
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