By nature of definition only the coward is capable of the highest heroism

Evil lives in a pit. If you want to fight it – you must climb down in the slime to do so.

Why now? Why not? Live or die, a man and a woman need love. There is a need in the race. We need to share. To belong. Perhaps you will die before the year is out. But remember this: to have may be taken from you, to have had never. Far better to have tasted love before dying, than to die alone.

... Life can be savored only if you look to the future and leave vengeance to the gods

There is a darkness in you. In all of us, probably. Beasts we keep chained. Ordinary men have to keep the chains strong, for if we let the beast loose then society will turn upon us with fiery vengeance. Kings though...well, who is there to turn upon them? So the chains are made of straw. It is the curse of kings, Helikaon, that they can become monsters. And they invariably do.

Societies need heroes. So we travel to places where the revisionists cannot dismantle the great.

What is your name?" Why?" So I can mark your grave.