Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power.
Loyalty must be forged - to him, to his: stronger than iron, from experience, from risk - it can't be bought, or taught, or promised before the fact. Allegiance must be earned so it will hold, win or lose.
No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.
The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.
It's in the god's hands.
This is for you. A mage named Randal told me to give it to the Band if you ever came back. 'It surmounts evil,' he told me, 'keeps doom at bay.'
What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.
Makes you wonder if the gods are always right.
But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.
In every age he had ever studied, doomsayers abounded. No millennium is attractive to the man immured in it; enough prophecies have been made in antiquity that one who desires, in any age, to take the position that apocalypse is at hand can easily defend it. He would not join that dour order; he would not worry about anything but Tempus, and the matter awaiting his attention.
Deception is a tactic: use it. Do whatever it takes to win.
Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.
Humans create their futures every day of every year; only you can alter your worlds.
"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.
Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.
Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.
You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.
I must decide if you deserve to die.
Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.
Here and now was always where Tempus was, not off somewhere in the realm of Greater Good or Mortal Soul or Eternal Consequence. He'd lost the ability to determine greater good, if there was one; his mortal soul he'd given up on long ago. And as for eternal consequence - he was its embodiment.
What would the world be without him, and those like him?
As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.
Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.
One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.
Some nights, valor and cold purpose aren't enough.
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