"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning that crackles from his gaze.

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

To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.

Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.

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

I'm just a weapon of the god.

Men make their own fates - it's personal, not a matter for debate.