Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods
Vengeance is disappointing, always.
I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?
Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.
I want to live like a man.
I won't go back and live in the sea again.
Don't blame yourself, or worry. Neither does a bit of good.
Gods and politics are the tools with which the godless and unprincipled manipulate the gullible.
For me, myth is the 'common' language of us all.
I must decide if you deserve to die.
One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.
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.
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.
Men may not believe you, my son. But you must always say the truth, when the truth holds no danger for you or your loved ones.
No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.
Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.
Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.
I...keep trying to be perfect. For you. So you'll notice me.
We know. We've seen it all before.
If you want to write something completely unique, you will probably fail or at best write something without redeeming value. The mind works in certain patterns: the mind organizes facts in story form; it is your commonality with that body of human thought that makes a good book, not its estrangement from the common values that humans share.
Strife brings all things into being on her battlefield. This I know. I have been there many times," says Vashanka, lord of sack and pillage. "I have died before.
Time is so...fluid where I live
What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.
Revenge is never the best driver for a battle, but a common one.
Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.
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