‘Isn’t there a guide?’ I asked, and Ronan frowned. ‘So I can learn what the cards mean.’
‘You have to tap into your intuition,’ Ronan said. ‘Like, for instance…’ He began rattling off facts about the jar, facts he assumed I would know – it was an early scientific tool, a primitive battery that holds an electrostatic charge. I knew none of it. The deck was a mix of archetypes, elements, and archaic technology from back when ‘science’ was called ‘natural philosophy’ and was still barely distinguishable from magic.
‘You seem nervous,’ he said. ‘You have to have faith in your instincts.’
‘Right.’
‘You can do it. I mean, women are good at intuition, right? That’s probably why they gave you the deck and gave East…’ He trailed off. The peacock feather, which East turned over and over in his h
