"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.

I think we're all in Cime's army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn't forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away than it ever was.

I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.

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

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

When you give death, you give of your own life - every time.

The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.