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The Byzantine Tarot evokes the enchantment of the eastern Roman Empire. Lasting from late antiquity into early medieval times, this domain of faith and miracles, saints and sinners, splendor and simplicity was the most cosmopolitan state of its era. Each card expresses the magnificent Byzantine art style, with subtle and creative RWS symbolism. The detailed guidebook captures the essence of the empire’s spirituality, history, and philosophy. This dazzling new Tarot unveils a thousand years of mysticism and magic from an empire that resonates clearly with our modern lives.

*Intuitive, elegant interface is easy for beginners and experts
*Gorgeous full screen, high-resolution card images
*Full support for all current iOS devices
*Sophisticated journal
*Includes full and unabridged book
*8 spreads built in
*Design your own layout with Free Form
*Allow reversed cards or not
*Option to use Major Arcana only
*Zoom in to enlarge card details
*Share reading via email, Facebook, and Twitter
*Animated shuffle & cut
*Optional voice prompts
*Customize with your own card meanings & reading cloths
*Many adjustable settings
*Book and card meanings available in English only

An impressive achievement conveying all of the empire’s grandeur and magic!

What’s New

Version 2.1.6

Improved support for X family devices, including the newer iPad Pros.
Fixes Journal crashing issue.
Various other minor enhancements and small bug fixes.

Ratings and Reviews

5.0 out of 5
7 Ratings

7 Ratings

jvgon 1963 ,

Excellent ! Beautiful deck.

Very happy, worth it.

akdjhka ,

📗📗📗📗📗

Sailing to Byzantium

W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

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Supports

  • Family Sharing

    With Family Sharing set up, up to six family members can use this app.

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