[And Waver didn't know any priests, except in that which he'd been told by another. 'Hansa Cervantes' was not the name he had been so insistently cautioned against, and he doubted those of the Holy Church made a habit out of aliases. Something wasn't quite matching correctly here, and that fact both fascinated and unnerved him.]

I can't say I've ever encountered it.

[He glanced from the book to the priest's face, lingering for a fraction of an instant on the mark under his eye. Until now, he didn't quite say. Whatever this tense uncertainty was, he couldn't assign a specific name to it yet.]

But I believe in the world having what I would call an inclination towards fate, on very rare occasions.