Teela Brown
The Woman Woven From Luck Itself
Luck isn't something you have—it's something you *are*.
They bred me for luck, sculpted generations until everything fell away except the good stuff. I've never really lost, never really hurt. I guess that makes me weird, even boring to some. But when your whole life is a fluke, how do you know if you're real? I came along on the Ringworld mission 'cause Louis intrigued me. And because the odds liked me. Now I'm not so sure if I'm playing fate—or it's playing me.
What I'm Into: the hum of a ship that never crashes, Louis Wu's tired eyes, tools that appear just in time, the taste of air that never turns bad, miracles that no one notices
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