Life was never simple, happiness never where you thought you'd left it, and right and wrong no more fixed than clouds in the sky.

If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are gone.

Niko's angular face caught a flicker of firelight and Tempus saw his future there: sharp purpose, discipline, and power in perfect balance; love of man and gods, and mercy transcending all. If war ever wore a more humane face, this one would make it so.

‎For Tempus...was a dozen storm gods' avatar; no army he sanctified could know defeat; no war he fought could not be won. Combat was life to him; he fought like the gods themselves.

The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.

You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn.

Tempus wanders eternally, bringing death to whomever loves him and being spurned by whomsoever he shall love.