Wouldn't it be great if it was somebody down on their luck who got the $365 million? Hopefully, they would be generous and leave us a tip.

They're going to close the main street by our store here down for a year, so we'll probably just need that to help make it through the tough times.

I never in my wildest dreams ever thought it would happen in Nebraska, let alone one of my stores.

Mother Mary of Anabolic Grace, we got Teras incoming?” He levels angry blue eyes on me. “You’re a hex, lady, dark luck, powerful bad juju, ken?”
“Only to people who try to kidnap me,” I tell him sweetly, and March snorts, so I feel obliged to add, “Or rescue me…” And then Dina makes a pfft sound. “Or who travel with me…” My gaze sweeps around the darkened interior, trying to find an ally, but nobody will hold my eyes more than two seconds, it seems. “Fine, frag you all, I’m dark juju, bad luck, and you’re all doomed.

When ill luck begins, it does not come in sprinkles, but in showers.

But bad luck makes good stories.