Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods
Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.
If, as Niko asks, you show them mercy, then the gods will be well pleased.
There is no mercy in trading life for life. And certainly no righteousness. Mercy, once given, cannot be taken back.
Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.
These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?
I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.
One man can make another's life so much better.
And personally, I've lost my thirst for vengeance.
War is all and king of all
All gods are tricksters, and war gods worst of any.
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.
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.
Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.
The sun is new every day
One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.
Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.
Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.
No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.
I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.
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