Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. And that price is blood. The sound of it in your veins. The pound of it in your head. The volume of it in a human body; the sickness when you've spilled it.
Janet MorrisThe Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.
Janet Morris