As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.

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

Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.

We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.

I won't go back and live in the sea again.

This was what men fought for, what men died for: a chance at life, and to fight on other days - the battle of your choice, of the body, or the heart, or the soul.

Don't blame yourself, or worry. Neither does a bit of good.