"In all, Fortune's Way was home to seven tents and seven different ways of seeing the future. The dullest was one where somebody looked at tea leaves in a cup. The weirdest was the one with the banner saying MESS-O-MANCY, where a guy smashed a jelly doughnut with a mallet, then predicted your future by studying the splatter."
Hurrah for another Henry Clark book of clever, inexhaustible invention.
But is it better than Clark's What We Found in the Sofa And How It Saved the World? No: so few books are. Sofa was entirely original, a dream-smut in the fabric of reality.
A villain from the Indorsia universe, now a toxic chemical tycoon on Earth, schemes to enslave the population of a town with an underground coal fire (cum Indorsia portal). Just as we've all secretly feared, show-tune flash-mobs are indeed the precursor to total mind-control.
The best dialog belongs to a helpful Indorsia "distributed processing unit", which masquerades as a seven-piece living room set. Dust bunnies power its nanotech. "Originally we were eight pieces, but the hassock perished". 
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