But they were slippery to handle, hard to make go the way he wanted them to go and for a fearful, agonizing second it seemed almost as if the spinning cubes had minds and personalities that were their very own.
One of them was a six and the other still was rolling. The six was coming up and it toppled for a moment, threatening to fall back.
A push, thought Sutton. Just a little push. But with brain power instead of finger power.
The six came up and the two dice lay there, both of them showing sixes.
Sutton drew in a sobbing breath and his heart beat once again and the blood pumped through the veins.
They stood in silence for a moment, staring at one another across the tabletop.
Adams spoke and his voice was quiet and one could not have guessed from any tone he used what he might have felt.
"The visor is over there," he said.
Sutton bowed, ever so slightly, and he felt foolish doing it, like a character out of some incredibly old and bad piece of romantic fiction.
"Destiny," he said, "still is working for me. When it comes to the pinch, destiny is there."