recorded by Shadrach, Court Scribe to Amber
I have found evidence in my studies that indicates we, in our pursuit of power, are but pale shadows of those who have gone before. Our ancestors knew of greater realms and greater powers that we have lost the keys to.
But yet among us are scattered fragments of those keys, pieces and remnants of power that would leave even the Lords of Amber and Chaos unable to contend with.
As a great scholar once said, 'Argue for your limitations and they are yours'. We limit ourselves by the riches we define ourselves into. Although what is time to the immortal?
Madam Hannah, the seeress I sought out to confer with laid her cards for me when I sought to pursue the lost arts. She uses a very unusual deck. I have found her to be uncannily accurate in these things; again she did not disappoint me. She is wasted on the lordlings she nominally serves.
But there are some, even among the younger generation, who value her services for what they are. She has told me of their occasional visits. She is particularily fond of the red-heads, she has said, but her favorite remains, how did she put it? - the dark-eyed one who was always sneaking in her backdoor. I understand that their patronage brought her a great deal of unwanted attention, now she will not see anyone new without a referral. She has even moved her tea room into the Guild Halls closer to the castle, though she is only in the fifth lobby in the seventh wing.
quoted from "Shadrach's Book of Uncommon Lore"