Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world.

Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.

Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.

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."

Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.