I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness.

Sanctuary is for lovers, not fighters, this season.

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.

And Tempus thought then that nothing was more worthwhile than what was growing in this whitewashed barracks, where he has come to build a force such as men or gods have never seen - a force worth reckoning with, if you were of a mind. And something was of that mind. And something else opposed it. He should have expected that. Battle in the heavens, battle on the earth.

Loyalty must be forged - to him, to his: stronger than iron, from experience, from risk - it can't be bought, or taught, or promised before the fact. Allegiance must be earned so it will hold, win or lose.

It is hard to battle anger, for whatever it wants it pays from the soul.

Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.