There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.

The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.

One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.

Vengeance is disappointing, always.

Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.

Death's easy to find. If She wants you, you'll meet Her here as well as anywhere.

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.