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

And what do the Theban hoplites see in this extended rending of the sky, this white-bright glory of Enlil's lightning? The future, but not theirs: paired cavalry fighters; formed ranks of armored death; grim men on their tall horses with lightning limning weapons tailored to the task; men spoiling for a fight if the gods allowed - the Sacred Band of Stepsons, out from shadows and the dark.

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

As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.

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

Life was never simple, happiness never where you thought you'd left it, and right and wrong no more fixed than clouds in the sky.

It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.