What would the world be without him, and those like him?

‎For Tempus...was a dozen storm gods' avatar; no army he sanctified could know defeat; no war he fought could not be won. Combat was life to him; he fought like the gods themselves.

The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

Be polite to all, friendly to none. Be professional. Be ready to kill everyone and everything.

Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.

Gods have bloody hands.

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