“It had been like swallowing a gust of October wind.”

“The gunslinger turned his eyes up to the faces in the leaves. A play was being enacted there for his amusement Worlds rose and fell before him. Empires were built across shining sands where forever machines toiled in abstract electronic frenzies. Empires declined and fell. Wheels that had spun like silent liquid moved more slowly, began to squeak, began to scream, stopped. Sand choked the stainless steel gutters of concentric streets below dark skies full of stars like beds of cold jewels. And through it all, a dying wind of change blew, bringing with it the cinnamon smell of late October. The gunslinger watched as the world moved on.”

“Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream.”

“Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.”

“No one pronounced Jerusalems Lot deadon the morning of October 6;no one knew it was.Like the bodies of previous daysit retained every semblace of life”

“Although deer season doesn’t start until November in Maine, the fields of October are often alive with gunshots; the locals are shooting as many peasants as they think their families will eat.”

“If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone”