Most headlines in our age are loud; the truths that matter most are quiet. They’re the things everybody feels, nobody names, and the law pretends not to see. Those are the things that interest Roy Dawson—Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer, and apparently one of the only men in the room willing to say, “If the law knows and does nothing, that�

It was the kind of morning that made you feel like the world was on the verge of something grand, yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. The wind swept through the trees of the small town, whispering of changes in the air. Inside her cozy little shop—tucked between two ancient stone buildings—Slavic sat at a table scattered with tarot