We've the new hard-steel, though why they're all so hot to pay twice the price when men're soft as clay and even wood will pierce the boldest belly, I can't say.

Gods and politics are the tools with which the godless and unprincipled manipulate the gullible.

Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.

Nature has a surer plan than mortals can devise.

But we're dying here.

Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.

Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.