“If one could interpret omens and portents, one would presumably have to wait for them to arrive. Like ghosts or the sight. One could not simply conjure them out of the ether.” She lifted her gaze to mine. “Can you?” “W-what?” “Is the analogy correct? Does the omen need to exist where everyone can see it? Or can one appear to you and only you?” “I don’t know—” “—what I’m talking about?” Rose sighed deeply and added milk to her tea. “All right.
