" The fortune-teller was silent. The girl felt a chill drift over her. Her body broke out in chicken-skin and she huddled lower, trying to get away from that dark touch of fear. The candle flame lashed.

Then, as if from a distance, she heard the fortune-teller say: "Nothing."

The girl felt a dull, deep pain. That was the seed within her, her fate, and she realized she had known it all along. "

― Shelley Parker-Chan , She Who Became the Sun (The Radiant Emperor, #1)