“Luck ain’t the easiest thing to harness. Like lassoing the business end of a Hydra with only one rope.” He leered across the table, enjoying the pallor of the bookseller, entitled young tosser who wouldn’t let him take his books. “Once, that’s easy. Twice... trickier. Three times...” He leaned back, sucking in air through his teeth. “Luck don’t like that.”
