Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.
You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn.
We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.
Nothing he knew of, enunciated life like death.
Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.
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.
Niko's angular face caught a flicker of firelight and Tempus saw his future there: sharp purpose, discipline, and power in perfect balance; love of man and gods, and mercy transcending all. If war ever wore a more humane face, this one would make it so.
Time to unite the Sacred Bands, Thebans and his people: one unit, one heart, one swing through life.
Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.
Every man's in his own hands, with a little help from his brothers.
Survival's the thing, isn't it?
So some will be left who remember.
Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.
Sanctuary is for lovers, not fighters, this season.
He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.
The gods want to bring a better day, and you are their messengers. Trust not in all you see. Trust only in your hearts. And in us, who love you both.
Love sees all; hate is blind.
Tempus wanders eternally, bringing death to whomever loves him and being spurned by whomsoever he shall love.
The meaning of life, Nikodemos, is to live life with meaning. The purpose of life is merely to live it, perhaps to give it.
Life to you, Riddler, and everlasting glory.
It's all the same - no good without evil, no balance...no maat. If we lose one, we lose the other. It's just life, that's all.
Bandara was not an easy place to return to: it could hide from the common worlds whose periphery it inhabited. But Bandara never had, in all its years, completely disappeared.
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