About Mightier: The Seven of Swords
by
GS Wiley
20 pages /
10,000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-927-9
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Bestselling author Michael Fairweather is a man with a secret, and a serious case of writer's block. When he borrows his best friend Padraig's cottage in Ireland, Michael expects to find a peaceful oasis where his creativity will blossom. Instead, he finds a village of gossiping locals, an intriguing male Slovakian housekeeper, Karol, and a deck of tarot cards that reveal more about Michael than even he wanted to know.
Sample
Michael shifted his eyes down to the magazines and the scattered cards. Looking at them more closely, he saw that they weren't dirty playing cards but colorful pictures Michael didn't recognize, drawn onto large white cards. "The tarot," Karol said, when he saw Michael looking at them. "We are not all fortune tellers, either, but Maureen is trying to interest Jozef in it." He winked. "She would like to foresee a future for the two of them together, I think."
Michael smiled and reached out. He pulled one of the cards from the middle of the deck. It was upside down. When he turned it, he saw it was a picture of a man sneaking away from a cluster of tents with five swords clutched in his arms and two others stuck into the ground nearby.
"Ah." Karol nodded. "The seven of swords. Maureen would say that means you are hiding something, you have a shameful secret in your past." Michael felt like his heart had stopped. He was certain his face had blanched, and he was positive Karol was going to say something about it. Instead, Karol reached out and took the card, his hands brushing against Michael's. "But the card was upside down, yes? So do not fear. It means all is not lost for you and you can still make things right." Karol laughed suddenly, his voice louder than usual in the small trailer. "See? Perhaps my talents are not limited to house cleanings alone. Perhaps if I spend enough time with the travelers I will be able to find another position and Padraig will need to find another housekeeper." He dropped the card carelessly onto the counter and spooned grainy brown coffee into the cups.
Michael had to say something. He couldn't let the moment pass. It was too perfect a set-up, too much of a coincidence for this to be anything more than fate giving him a chance to face the music he'd started over five years ago. He opened his mouth, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, he said, "Padraig would miss you."