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"...But a fortune-teller is not a fortune-maker. We all make our own fortunes."
"And how is that?" Malta felt as if she had somehow taken the upper in the conversation. When Amber turned back to meet her eyes, that feeling vanished.
"You earn your future, Malta Vestrit." The bead-maker cocked her head at her. "What does tomorrow owe you?"
"Tomorrow owes me?" Malta repeated in confusion.
"Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that." Amber looked out to sea again. "And no less. Sometimes folk wish tomorrow did not pay them off so completely."
--Robin Hobb, Mad Ship pp. 598
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