There is no mercy in trading life for life. And certainly no righteousness. Mercy, once given, cannot be taken back.

Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.

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

Bandara was not an easy place to return to: it could hide from the common worlds whose periphery it inhabited. But Bandara never had, in all its years, completely disappeared.

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

I don't want to be any closer to the gods than death will bring me.

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