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.

What would the world be without him, and those like him?

The gods want to bring a better day, and you are their messengers. Trust not in all you see. Trust only in your hearts. And in us, who love you both.

Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.

Gods and politics are the tools with which the godless and unprincipled manipulate the gullible.

The heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be firm. Here you must be true.

Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.