“The well padded astrologer stroked his corpulent belly, as he stared down intently at his cowrie board. There was a frown on his moon shaped face, a face that had always considered good rich food his birthright, even as he strove to read the cryptic messages that the Gods were strewing before him.” FearBirthMoonGoodBadAstrologer Book:Chronicles of Urban Nomads Source: Chronicles of Urban Nomads