Fury from the heavens; fury at the gods - inseparable.

Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods

I want to live like a man.

There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.

Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.

Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.

Niko's angular face caught a flicker of firelight and Tempus saw his future there: sharp purpose, discipline, and power in perfect balance; love of man and gods, and mercy transcending all. If war ever wore a more humane face, this one would make it so.