QUOTE : Those are for auguring, <i>dikri</i>, for scrying futures,” wheedled a matronly looking being. She had wings pinioned to her back that were dull gold and edged in fire.<br />“I’m not interested,” I said, thinking of my own horoscope.<br />“What about a love charm, then?” persisted the owner, pushing a flower carved of pearl to me. “To awaken your lover’s interest,” she added with a wink.<br />At this, Amar walked to the table and slid the flower rather ungently back toward the owner.<br />“I am her husband. She needs no charm to hold my interest.