War is an unpredictable beast. Once unleashed, it runs like a rabid dog, ravening friend or foe alike. It can drag on for years, a slow attrition of nerve and fortitude, or be over in one brilliant flash, an extravagant conflagration of flame and blood and waste.
Kate Forsyth (2002). “The Fathomless Caves: Book Six of the Witches of Eileanan”, p.131, Penguin
