War is all and king of all

For me, myth is the 'common' language of us all.

Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.

Bandara was not an easy place to return to: it could hide from the common worlds whose periphery it inhabited. But Bandara never had, in all its years, completely disappeared.

I'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.

The meaning of life, Nikodemos, is to live life with meaning. The purpose of life is merely to live it, perhaps to give it.