Do it for yourself. The universe will be around to collect its cut later.

One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Was bisexual," she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.

Hi, I'm a hero, but I can't tell you why. It's classified.

This wasn't prayer anyway, it was just argument with the gods. Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

You couldn't be that good and not know it, somewhere in your secret heart, however much you'd been abused into affecting public humility.

Your Reverence, I do not hate any man in this world enough to inflict the results of my prayers upon him.

I don’t duel, boy. I kill as a soldier kills, which is as a butcher kills, as quickly, efficiently, and with as least risk to myself as I can arrange.