About the book: year / V has only a little time left, and memories become brittle, motley, like old cards that Misty mysteriously pulls out of the deck. Her life has long been measured out, and Fate laughs in her face, and Fate has the face of the damned restless spirit of Johnny Silverhand - and how can you not believe in the wheel of Fortune if it has run over you? [a collection of small drabbles on the major arcana]