One man can make another's life so much better.

Strife brings all things into being on her battlefield. This I know. I have been there many times," says Vashanka, lord of sack and pillage. "I have died before.

One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.

The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

What is needed is never to be had without price.

These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to sort out right from wrong, good from bad, holy from profane, honor from dishonor.

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.