He steepled his fingers in monkish solemnity. You cannot hide from Fate, my son. Sarah grunted. People don't have fates. No: fates have people, Jet said, suddenly serious.
Sean Stewart
He steepled his fingers in monkish solemnity. You cannot hide from Fate, my son. Sarah grunted. People don't have fates. No: fates have people, Jet said, suddenly serious.