Janet Morris Quotes - Page 3

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

Life to you, Riddler, and everlasting glory.

He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.

Sanctuary is for lovers, not fighters, this season.

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

And what do the Theban hoplites see in this extended rending of the sky, this white-bright glory of Enlil's lightning? The future, but not theirs: paired cavalry fighters; formed ranks of armored death; grim men on their tall horses with lightning limning weapons tailored to the task; men spoiling for a fight if the gods allowed - the Sacred Band of Stepsons, out from shadows and the dark.

It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.

You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.

I...keep trying to be perfect. For you. So you'll notice me.

‎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.

Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world.

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

Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.

Fury from the heavens; fury at the gods - inseparable.

Honorable battle sustains a Sacred Band.

Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.

Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.

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

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

Death's easy to find. If She wants you, you'll meet Her here as well as anywhere.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?

All gods are tricksters, and war gods worst of any.

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

Survival has its own etiquette.