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.

That was the trouble with explaining with words. If you explained with gunpowder, people listened.

His father used to tell him that you can't eat principles. And no, you couldn't. But you could live by them.

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.