Makes you wonder if the gods are always right.

When I write what publishers call 'fantasy' I am writing in what I think is the most important tradition of fiction: starting with Homer and up through Shakespeare and Milton, the most important themes to tackle are those of the mythopoeic domain, tales of the body and mind seen through a temperament and a cosmos divorced from current reality so what is said can be more clear.

You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.

If, as you teach, the universe has no beginning and no end, why should we?

No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.

What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.

Here and now was always where Tempus was, not off somewhere in the realm of Greater Good or Mortal Soul or Eternal Consequence. He'd lost the ability to determine greater good, if there was one; his mortal soul he'd given up on long ago. And as for eternal consequence - he was its embodiment.