She does not know how little anyone cares to separate wheat from chaff, when all anyone wants to do is burn a field. - Paolo Bacigalupi

No one had ever come for him... not his mom, not his dad, not his brother, not a dozen people who he'd called his friends back in his town on the coast, not a one of them had ever come looking for him, trying to get him back. They'd just let him go. That was the difference. But this castoff cripple-hand civvy girl had come all the way in. Ocho scowled down at her limp body. See what loyalty gets you? See?

We write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind.

Laws are a fine thing on paper, but painful when no bribery can ease their bind.