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.

The truth. Men will blind themselves with hot irons, rather than face it.

A warrior...must believe in his strength of will, of purpose, of heart and soul.

A cynic by experience, a romantic by inclination and now a hero by necessity.

You know how it is. Boy meets girl, girl wants boy dead. An everyday story, really.

Do not complain of life's unfairness. It is never fair - at best it is impartial.

What will you do now?' I think I will become a monk and devote my entire life to prayer and good works.' No,' said Rek. 'I mean, what will you do today?' Ah! Today I'll get drunk and go whoring,' said Bowman.