They know you. Your reputation among the nomads is . . . hells, you’re fucking feared. And with good reason. 2019, Jonathan French, chapter 4, in The True Bastards (The Lot Lands; 2), New York, N.Y.: Crown, →ISBN, page 43:
Even if it means going against every wish in my heart crying out that he’s back, he’s not really. If I was the one in his place, I’d want to feel safe first. Build trust second. Hells, that’s how I learned to love him in the first place. 2024, Abigail Owen, “Gamble With Happiness”, in The Shadows Rule All, Shrewsbury, Pa.: Entangled Teen, →ISBN:
We rarely did the sort of things you lot seem to get landed in. Hells, you’ve all had more ‘adventures’ than me! 2016, Brian Wakeling, “Prologue”, in Customs & Duty (Have Sword & Sorcery: Will Travel; 6), 3rd edition, →ISBN, page 16: