The High Priestess: The Urban Tarot Collection Book 3

By Nyle Kai

In this powerful metaphysical tale of romance, revenge, and violence, Dick and Jane are ordered by Dick’s boss to search for a mysterious black rock said to give the secrets of the gods to anyone who touches it. The only person thought to know the location of the rock is Princess, a crack-addled ex-prostitute who had Jane’s pimp stabbed in prison. When Dick and Jane find out that Princess has cut her own wrists in a cathedral with a tarot card in her lap, they decide to seek out Jane’s pimp, who is rumored to be alive and in hiding.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nyle Kai
• Release date: Jan 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005791469

Nyle Kai

Nyle Kai graduated from The University of Vermont. She has been a waitress, bartender, painter and a student of Biology. She lives in Vermont. The Cherry Heart is her first book.

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The High Priestess

Book 3 of The Urban Tarot Collection

By Nyle Kai

Text Copyright © 2020 Nyle Kai

All Rights Reserved

To Jesse, for showing me the way.

Dick took me back to Siril’s apartment the next morning. I wore the only clothes that I had: the black vinyl dress and black booties, but I left the platinum wig at Dick’s place. I assumed that Siril would not want it back. When we arrived at the tall, monolithic building, Dick took my hand in his.

Just remember that you don’t have to be afraid of what’s happening, he said, fixing his gaze on mine. Dick hardly ever stared into my eyes that way. This was important to him. The Cretans have always been part of this world. Just because we never noticed them before, doesn’t mean that they don’t belong here. They maybe belong here more than we do.

How do you know that? I asked.

Because they understand this world more than we ever could. Understanding is the beginning of control and power. Just don’t ask me how I know it. It would scare you too much. Dick let go of my hand and stared at the ground. For a killer, he could be very shy.

Does Siril know?

No, and we can’t tell him. He isn’t ready for it. He’d only think we were losing our minds, or on drugs. A man like Siril wouldn’t be able to make the leap.

Unless he met a Cretan… I said.

They’re not interested in him, though, Dick said.

How do you know that?

I just know.

We rode up the elevator to the twentieth floor and stepped into the plush hallway of Siril’s building. I once again glanced at my reflection in the mirror that hung across from the elevator doors. I was paler and thinner than ever. My eyes had a haunted expression that unnerved me so much I turned away from my own gaze. Dick looked about the same, but at least he had showered and combed his hair. When he was under stress, he neglected himself. I was glad that at least the situation hadn’t reached that level of tension yet. But possibly, it would soon.

Siril greeted us at the door, just has he had the previous day. By then I knew to assume that he was always watching the security camera feed. His eyes flashed with confidence and intelligence. I was at once intimidated, just as I had been the first time.

So, what was your opinion of The Labyrinth? Siril asked, leading us into his grand living room. He was dressed in black, and he wore black cowboy boots. I wondered why he didn’t care about walking over his expensive carpets in street shoes. His accent was crisp, so that he pronounced the