“Luck was its own thing entirely, a free agent. And believing that something so fickle would ever be on your side, that it could ever be counted on, was a good way to get yourself killed.” — L.C. Fiore Copy Share Image
“It wasn't that she lit up, but that everything else seemed to dim. Things he thought were important or bright turned out not to… — L.C. Fiore Copy Share Image
“Luck was its own thing entirely, a free agent. And believing that something so fickle would ever be on your side, that it could… — L.C. Fiore Copy Share Image
