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.

The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.

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

Life was never simple, happiness never where you thought you'd left it, and right and wrong no more fixed than clouds in the sky.

Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.

Order is its own reward.

Live to fight on other days.