Men are fools who forget what really matters while time goes by.

These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?

There is no mercy in trading life for life. And certainly no righteousness. Mercy, once given, cannot be taken back.

Gods colliding, ethos and mythos trying to combine. The Sacred Band caught up in a whirlwind not of any god's devising: he and Niko had wanted to save twenty-three pairs of fated Theban fighters. Now everything feels fated and fighting oversweeps its boundaries of time and place and plane.

One to a customer was the rule: one body; one mind; one swing through life. - Tempus

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

A wise one determines his own fate.