Men may not believe you, my son. But you must always say the truth, when the truth holds no danger for you or your loved ones.

It's all the same - no good without evil, no balance...no maat. If we lose one, we lose the other. It's just life, that's all.

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.

‎Old enough to kill means old enough to die

Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.

The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.

Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.