As they walked through the lobby, though, and followed an usher to their balcony seats, all Marling could think about was her twitter horoscope from that morning. Twitter horoscopes had never been incredibly accurate, of course, but they also couldn’t be fully discounted.
After all, even the best horoscopes could falsely predict that you’re going on a cruise in the next two days, when you’re actually holed up at home with a twisted ankle, three bags of Dove chocolates and season 3 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Marling’s twitter horoscope for the day had warned her that something ugly from the past might resurface and attempt to destroy the balance in her life. At first she had worried that one of her high school boyfriends might send her a friend request on facebook or, worse, show up at the door and ask her to hide him from local authorities and an international jewel thief or something, but the day had been uneventful in the old flame department.
What if the red eyes were connected to her ominous horoscope? Had she ever known anyone with red eyes, other than that kid named Blake who sat beside her in 5th grade and sneezed all the time because he was allergic to everything?
(From “The Firedancer”, sequel to “The Unlove Spell”)