“Should I place my bet or should I retire? What do you think, Wilby?” Still on her perch at the bar, Iz’s gaze darted about, searching for what had given her away. And then she found his face, reflected and distorted in the polished planet that hung over the wheel of chance. From that heavenly orb, Obelos stared back at her, eyes blazing like boiling craters on an alien moon.
