A Fine Scottish Spell (The Magical Matchmakers of Seven Cairns #2)

T he cool smoothness of the tarot cards, worn to a comforting, familiar softness, brought Mairwen, Master over all the Divine Weavers, little solace today.

The faded blues and reds of the symbolic images, all the colors, in fact, were tired, and she understood that feeling completely.

Struggling to earn her husband’s freedom from mighty Danu’s prison seemed futile of late, especially with the loss of their son, imprisoned along with his father and supposedly protected—but that had turned out to be a promise too fragile to survive the evil of the witch Carman’s sons.

Even though the goddesses Danu, Bride, and Cerridwen had recovered the shards of her son Valan’s essence crystal and intertwined them with Jessa and Grant MacAlester’s firstborn son’s soul, her beloved Valan was still gone.