‎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.

Nothing powers hate better than embarrassment.

Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.

Only from chaos does order come. The angry Fates bring death where they will, when war is king, says Enlil, storm god of the armies, and the tip of his crown rends the clouds above their heads. "Wheresoever I rule, death comes shambling after. So it has always been, is, and will be."

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

"Learn what can, and cannot, be asked from destiny."

But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.