For me it is really important to have a story with blood in the veins, there are bad tempers and good tempers.

War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

Yer the only friend I got, pigpiss... Ain't that the biggest tragedy you ever heard?

Faith with proof is no faith at all.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

So who are you then, Todd Hewitt?" he says. "What makes you so special?" Now that, I think, is a very good asking.

Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.