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 MorrisI'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.
Janet Morris