No, not my spirit, just my ego, and my arms, and my chest, and my back, but luckily they are just bruised.” Squanto responded, “I fear you may not be so lucky.

— Stacy Buck

Our power lies in our small daily choices, one after another, to create eternal ripples of a life well lived.

— Mollie Marti

Outnumbered! Y'all are always the hell outnumbered!” - Marek, Gunship

— J.J. Snow

Out of misery, comes unexpected joy.

— Milly Silver

Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.

— Cindy Skaggs

Piece of cake really – Enforcers, crazy psychopath dude with giant laser rail guns, throw in a few bounty hunters, a couple torture experts – sounds great, I really can’t wait can you?” Due Jackson, Gunship

— J.J. Snow

Pulling back, like a savage carnivore at its prey, it tore a large chunk of meat rendering his left arm useless...regardless he did not require it for long.

— Stacy Buck

Ready yourselves!' Mull one heard himself say, which was strange, he thought, for he knew his men were prepared. A great cry came from beyond the walls that were punctuated by musket blasts and Mull one readied himself for the guns to leap into action. Mull one felt a tremor. The ground shook, and then the first rebels poured through the gates like an oncoming tide. Mull one saw the leading man; both hands gripping a green banner, face contorted with zeal. The flag had a white cross in the center of the green field and the initials OF below it. John Fitzstephen. Then, there were more men behind him, tens, then scores. And then time seemed to slow. The guns erupted barely twenty feet from them. Later on, Mull one would remember the great streaks of flame leap from the muzzles to lick the air and all the charging rebels were shredded and torn apart in one terrible instant. Balls ricocheted on stone and great chunks were gouged out by the bullets. Blood sprayed on the walls as far back as the arched gateway, limbs were shorn off, and Mull one watched in horror as a bloodied head tumbled down the sloped street towards the barricade.' Jesus sweet suffering Christ!' Cahill gawped at the carnage as the echo of the big guns resonated like a giant's beating heart. Trooper O'Shea bent to one side and vomited at the sight of the twitching, bleeding and unrecognizable lumps that had once been men. A man staggered with both arms missing. Another crawled back to the gate with a shattered leg spurting blood. The stench of burnt flesh and the iron tang of blood hung ripe and nauseating in the oppressive air. One of the low wooden cabins by the wall was on fire. A blast of musketry outside the walls rattled against the stonework and a redcoat toppled backwards onto the cabin's roof as the flames fanned over the wood.' Here they come again! Ready your firelocks! Do not waste a shot!' Johnson shouted in a steady voice as the gateway became thick with more rebels. He took a deep breath. 'God forgive us,' Corporal Brennan said.' Liberty or death!' A rebel, armed with a blood-stained pitchfork, shouted over-and-over.

— David Cook

She always had her eyes set on the light. But Sade couldn’t take his off of the darkness, because the second he did, it would devour him, and then her.

— Lucian Bane

She had to get used to her new name, The Drummer. Twelfth, and last in line, but on a good note, she had the most money, and more importantly, she was alive.

— Dayna S. Rubin