Janet Morris Quotes - Page 4

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.

Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.

"Godling? Demigod?" Lysis nearly howled. "You'd be beaten black and blue in Thebes, and staked out overnight for claims like that. In Sparta, the secret police would ambush you, violate you, skin you alive and use your skull for a drinking cup."

Live to fight on other days.

It's all the same - no good without evil, no balance...no maat. If we lose one, we lose the other. It's just life, that's all.

I think we're all in Cime's army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn't forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away than it ever was.

War is all and king of all

Only from chaos does order come. The angry Fates bring death where they will, when war is king, says Enlil, storm god of the armies, and the tip of his crown rends the clouds above their heads. "Wheresoever I rule, death comes shambling after. So it has always been, is, and will be."

There is no mercy in trading life for life. And certainly no righteousness. Mercy, once given, cannot be taken back.

‎Old enough to kill means old enough to die

We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.

Learn when to fear, and how to fear, and how much to fear, before you squander all you have left.

Nothing he knew of, enunciated life like death.

Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.

Gods have bloody hands.

Ask yourselves if the gods are angry, you who have seen Harmony come among us, walk among us, touch us, look kindly upon us. We are the Sacred Band of Thebes. We fight in the forefront, therefore we bleed first. We live, therefore we die.

Painful things are quickly forgotten.

The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

If, as Niko asks, you show them mercy, then the gods will be well pleased.

In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all one Sacred Band. If you will have us. And mine will fight by yours, henceforth, as brothers.

Arrows are cheap; you're expensive.

It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.

The gods want to bring a better day, and you are their messengers. Trust not in all you see. Trust only in your hearts. And in us, who love you both.

What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.