These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to sort out right from wrong, good from bad, holy from profane, honor from dishonor.

Honorable battle sustains a Sacred Band.

I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.

"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.

For me, myth is the 'common' language of us all.

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

Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.