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.

You're talent, and we're the talent scouts.

Sanctuary is for lovers, not fighters, this season.

Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.

It was his soul's freedom that was in question. And that question was whether freedom was worth the price when it meant shirking the responsibilities of honor.

For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.

The sun is new every day