118 Quotes by Dean F. Wilson

They continued this deadly dance across the battlefield, played to the music of gunfire, which rattled them as much as it rattled the hulls of almost every landship in sight, and almost every one they couldn't turn quickly enough to see. Then the music took a bullet of its own, for Jacob no longer heard the song of Andil’s gun.

Silence fell with night, but Jacob couldn't entirely silence his racing mind, nor speed it up to the finish line.

The sting of the bee is worst in a swarm.

Panic pierced the minds of almost everyone present, logic was pummelled into the floor, and human decency was discarded like bait for the frightful fishes that flocked towards the submarine.

As much as he was thankful for the rescue, his pride kind of wished he wasn't. It'd taken twice the beating the Regime guards'd given him, and pride never took a beating well.

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.

Be idealistic about the future, be realistic about the present, and never forget the lessons of the past.

All Jacob could hear was the odd sob or sigh, the vocabulary of sorrow.

Spotlights appeared by the dozen, like the bullets of heaven’s gun, and anyone caught running through one of them didn't run for long.