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.

If it was true today, it might be untrue tomorrow.

Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.

‎Old enough to kill means old enough to die

This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

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