

An old man was sitting alone in a small room. He was at a table facing the door; behind him was another door. The walls were bare of pictures: the table was a large one, and it was almost completely covered with a set of Tarot cards. The old man was moving them very carefully...

First published in 1932, "The Greater Trumps" is a novel by British writer Charles W. S. Williams. At its heart, it is a story of how to use the original Tarot cards to divine the meaning of all cosmic processes, illustrated throughout with beautiful images of a deck of Tarot...

First published in 1932, "The Greater Trumps" is a novel by British writer Charles W. S. Williams. At its heart, it is a story of how to use the original Tarot cards to divine the meaning of all cosmic processes, illustrated throughout with beautiful images of a deck of Tarot...






Charles Walter Stansby Williams (1886 - 1945) was a British poet, novelist, theologian, literary critic, and member of the Inklings. Although Williams attracted the attention and admiration of some of the most notable writers of his day, including T. S. Eliot and W. H. Auden,...

THE GREATER TRUMPS by Charles Williams The original Tarot deck is used to unlock enormous metaphysical powers by allowing the possessors to see across space and time, create matter, and raise powerful natural storms. Upon an ancient golden table, golden figurines perpetually...








Charles Williams had a genius for choosing strange and exciting themes for his novels and making them believable and profoundly suggestive of spiritual truths. The Tarot pack, the ancestor of all playing cards, is first mentioned in history in 1393; the origin of the deck is...


Charles Williams had a genius for choosing strange and exciting themes for his novels and making them believable and profoundly suggestive of spiritual truths. The Tarot pack, the ancestor of all playing cards, is first mentioned in history in 1393; the origin of the deck is...

'... perfect Babel, ' Mr. Coningsby said peevishly, threw himself into a chair, and took up the evening paper. 'But Babel never was perfect, was it?' Nancy said to her brother in a low voice, yet not so low that her father could not hear if he chose. He did not choose, because...

'... perfect Babel, ' Mr. Coningsby said peevishly, threw himself into a chair, and took up the evening paper. 'But Babel never was perfect, was it?' Nancy said to her brother in a low voice, yet not so low that her father could not hear if he chose. He did not choose, because...

