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“That was the trouble with explaining with words. If you explained with gunpowder, people listened.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner

“Nox didn’t say a word. He waited, counting the seconds in his mind. Sometimes you counted bullets and sometimes you counted time. Either one could kill you.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Rustkiller

“The silence just allowed the echoes of the question to play out in Nox’s mind, reminding him of his own unwinnable war against the never-ending tide of conmen and criminals. He was trying to clean up these parts, but every time he rubbed away a stain, he found another layer of dirt beneath. So, you could give up—or you could keep on scrubbing.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Coilhunter

“He fell, toppling forward into the sand. He hadn't even fully realised he'd lost his balance until the ground told him. And the ground didn't whisper.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner

“His father used to tell him that you can't eat principles. And no, you couldn't. But you could live by them.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner

“Some men claimed that saying things made them true. Well, many men who said they were rich still died poor. Nox said he was cool, but that sun showed him he was a liar.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner

“Some criminals said fighting Nox was like fighting ghosts. He seemed to come from everywhere. Most criminals who fought Nox never said anything at all.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Rustkiller

“All the while, that seemingly sympathetic sun was growing a little fiercer, smiling a little broader. Sometimes the land didn't have to get you. You got yourself.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Rustkiller

“She looked at her right hand, where the index finger was cut to a stump. Some said she lost it in an accident, when she was playing soldier with a live grenade. Others said she was taught a lesson by the law, and they took her trigger finger to make her keep on learning. Those were the lessons the Coilhunter liked. Why, he was quite the teacher himself.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Coilhunter

“That was the thing about bad dreams in the Wild North. You still had them when you woke up.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Coilhunter

“The Coilhunter wasn’t much of a talker. He liked to keep things short and sweet, just like the lives of criminals. Well, the short bit anyway.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Coilhunter

“If you didn’t have your guns, you still had your mouth. Of course, you had to be careful how you fired that off.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Coilhunter

“There weren’t many amulet smugglers around these parts. They mostly served Regime territory down south, where the so-called “demonsâ€� reigned. If you didn’t want a monster for a child, you’d pay a pretty penny for one of those necklaces. And if you were caught smuggling them, well, you’d pay with your pretty head.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Coilhunter

“He wondered if they knew fear, and thought that maybe if they didn’t, he could teach them it, like he’d taught manners to the foul-tongued and the red-handed.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Rustkiller

“If the Wild North were a living place, as the local tribes often claimed, then these were the embodiment of its dark subconscious. The spirits of men could haunt you, so why would the spirits of machines be any different?”
― Dean F. Wilson, Rustkiller

“They were shooting far, and their accuracy suffered, but Nox didn't exactly have a lot of places to dance through the bullets. They came in number, like rain. You couldn't afford to get wet.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner

“The men followed, or at least their guns did, and they kept on shooting as if their bullets were sand. In the Wild North, they were just as plentiful.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner

“They journeyed on for a bit, then set up camp and cooked beans over a small fire. The poor man's meat. Drifter food. Some said beans'd get you across the desert and back. Dead men said a lot of things.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner

“Ben looked at his compatriots, just a quick glance to and fro, but it was enough for Nox to see that they'd made their bets. They were putting it all on red.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner

“If you were picky about who you worked with in the Wild North, you'd be quickly left with no one to choose. You could try to pick the best of them, but you'd have to dig them up first.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner