You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.

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.

Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.

We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.

Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.

If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are gone.

Love sees all; hate is blind.