Dom Salabos had a lot of advantages.

As heir to a huge fortune, he had an excellent robot servant (with Man-Friday sbcircuitry), a planet (the First Syrian Bank) as a godfather, a security chief who even ran checks on himself, and on Dom's home world even deather was not always fatal.

Why then, in an age when prediction was a science, was his future in doubt?

Reserved for VauxhallCrosser to trade for Fast Food Nation in the New Year.

RELEASE NOTES:

Picked up at meetup, as I am in need of a quick, distracting read and this sounded good after the first few pages. Thanks!

This novel is a hilarious, coming-of-age romp through a funky and furiously original galaxy populated by 52 intelligent races and beings with endearing quirks. Some of these beings are luckier than others and our hero, Dom Savalos, is one of them. On the eve of his ascension to the chairmanship of his planet, he finds out about something that has preoccupied some of he best minds around - the science of probability maths, which predicts both likely and seemingly inevitable outcomes of individual lives. Dom find himself in the position of being predestined to find the world on which the enigmatic jokers reside - a prehistoric, highly evolved race thought by many to be responsible for most of the other intelligent life in the galaxy. but the story only starts here...

Thanks for letting me read it!