The fortune-teller's face os hidden behind a fine black veil,  but the light catches her eyes as she smiles. 
  She has no crystal ball. No deck of cards. Only a handful of sparking  silver stars that she scatters across the velvet-covered table, reading them like runes. Shredders to things she could not know with uncanny specificity. She tells you facts you already knew. Information you might have guessed. Possibilities you can not fathom. 
  The stars on the table seem to move in the undulating candlelight. Shifting and changing before your eyes. 
  Before you leave, the fortune- teller reminds you that the future, is never set in stone.                                                                    

---quoted from *The Night Circus*
     One of my favorite books