Lilly Galbraith

Lilly Galbraith’s troubles began with a win. She had been working (Ha! You’ve barely begun and already you’re stretching the truth! I highly doubt that she was actually working! Who works? Wait…. what? Really? She really was working? …. wow….) in her cubicle. She was, as evidenced by her actual working while at work, an industrious woman. In addition to industry, star-crossed Lilly possessed two other, incongruous, extraordinary traits: the complete absence of good fortune (literally - Lady Luck had estranged herself from Lilly during some pre-earth-life dispute) and the innate, almost neurotic compulsion to take risks. Obviously, this hazardous combination caused Lilly much angst; she was acutely aware of her behavior, but unable to change it. To relate all of her risk-taking-and-luck-missing woes, depending on your attitude towards violence, blood, and general pain, would either a) render intense nausea or b) make Lilly’s story and the remainder of the book comparatively mild and therefore completely dissatisfying. So, you, reader, must be content with only a sampling of Lilly’s minor misfortunes.