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

Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.

He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.

Gods have bloody hands.

Be polite to all, friendly to none. Be professional. Be ready to kill everyone and everything.

Nothing he knew of, enunciated life like death.

‎What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.