Free The Priestess (The Way in marked cards #1) by Andreia Koslowski Page A

could not change, courage to change the things that could, intelligence to recognize the need to do it and the wisdom to distinguish one from the other, examining herself. She felt herself safe. Turned the first blade. Courage!

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    FIVE OF CUPS

    In your heart the feeling of
    sadness is predominate.
    But this state is transient.
    The disappointment, however bad it may seem, could be a good greater.
    After the storm comes the sun,
    the rays coming back to light the life,
    and new flowers spring up.

Isadora smiled and passed the hands through her hair, while looked at the screen that was being sold. Your eyes were large , and were even more brilliant when she was happy . Was proud when people had praised her work, and bought her paintings to decorate their environments. She knew she could somehow contribute to people's lives, and that they somehow understood what which expressed in her paintings.
    In that night she was happy with the exposure, almost all the paintings had been sold and her work was being recognized. She feeling accomplished. Flavio, her friend and organizer of the exhibition, call Isadora to present a co-worker.
     
    “ Hi my dear, I want to introduce you to Mark, one of the biggest advertisers in this country.”
     
    “ Nice to meet you, Mark! I hope that you enjoy yourself in the exposition.” - Isadora said, shaking hands with Marcos.
     
    “ Congratulations on your work. It's wonderful!” - said Marcos as he held the hand of Isadora, looking into her eyes.
     
    “ Thank you!”
     
    While talking with the guests, Marcos asked the attention of Isadora. She gave attention to all, while Marcos admired her.
     
    It was a beautiful woman, blonde, elegant, in the prime of her youth, charismatic and happy. While she smiled, her eyes shined like the sun. Flavio and Mark were not friends, just acquaintances in the profession. Mark was a young man, handsome, smart...and ambitious.
     
    Mark and Isadora soon became friends, exchanged phones, and after much persuasion on Mark part, began to go out to dinner, walk, talk on the phone, and meeting each other with more frequency.
     
    He showed be a lovely man, and Isadora believed that could really be love, then they pledge on a more serious relation, until they began lived together.
     
    Marcos was romantic, thoughtful and fun. In the first months Marcos was the perfect partner. He encouraged Isadora in her work, in her exhibitions, and she helped him in his projects, in his travels and in his the business dinners.
     
    Months later, the individual trips of Mark began to be constants, and Isadora was stay home alone, sometimes working, sometimes immersed in the solitude of that apartment. The void caused her to become more dependent on that love, until she perceived that something was wrong, but she don’t knew what.
     
    Each screen that Isadora painted, Marcos criticized in a manner cynical and heavy .
     
    Isadora felt less able to create and manifest the expression of her art. The exhibitions have become less frequent and her work was decadent. One day the phone rings. It was her friend Flavio.
     
    “ Why you are not exposing your paintings?” - Flavio asked, intrigued.
     
    “ I'm not able to create!” - answered sad.
     
    “ I can´t believe it! What is happening?”
     
    “ I do not know, just do not believe anymore that I can painting something good! I don´t feel me inspired, and I think that...that my work is not so good ...” - said Isadora, with one sad tone in her voice .
     
    “ Not is possible! Your work always been amazing and people wanting your pictures! But before long you will fall in forgotten. You must back to work! I have an exposure in two weeks...I can put your name? You need to give for me the paintings in one week.” - Flavio said, with a firm voice.
     
    “ I do not know if I can ...”
     
    “ What is happening?” - asked Flavio, insistently.
     
    “ I don´t know ...”
     
    “ Mark has something to do with