Only a fool loves war, said Calvar, or a man who has never seen it. The trouble is that the survivors forget about the horrors and remember only the battle lust. They pass on that memory, and other me...
I don't want eternal life. I want a little joy, a large amount of pleasure, and a swift death once I lose the appetite for either.
All things in the world are created for Man, yet all have two purposes. The waters run that we might drink of them, but they are also symbols of the futility of Man. They reflect our lives in rushing...
Now the screams were awful to hear as men burned like candles all along the deck. Black smoke billowed over the sea. Argurios could not believe what he was watching. At least fifty helpless men were d...
A cynic by experience, a romantic by inclination and now a hero by necessity.
Trust your instincts, and make judgements on what your heart tells you. The heart will not betray you.
The truth. Men will blind themselves with hot irons, rather than face it.
The tree bark began to move, forming a face of wood.
I may be stupid, as you say, to believe in honour and friendship and loyalty without price. But these are virtues to be cherished, for without them we are no more than beasts roaming the land.
But war makes heroes. Herakles and Ormenion were warriors, and tey have been made immortal. Father Zeus turned them into stars in the night sky.Oniacus scowled. 'In a drunken rage Herakles clubbed his...
A man is only as strong as that which makes him angry.
You are a Chosen Man. You are Parmenion, the Death of Nations. A hundred thousand souls will yousend to the dark river, screaming and wailing, lamenting their fate. It is right and just that youshould...
Risks? I have lived with the prospect of assassination for years. What risks? All men die, rich and poor alike. But if I am to die, then let it be while I fight, not like some bullock in a pen waiting...
La creazione richiede tempo e amore, la distruzione solo qualche secondo di follia.
Be lucky, Xander, and be brave. You will find that bravery and luck are often bedfellows.
True. The one certainty about riding, Braygan, is that - at some time - you will fall off. It is a fact. Another fact you might like to consider, in your life of perpetual terror, is that you will die...
The world was changing, and he was running out of places to hide.
The truth? What the Hell is the truth? We're born, we live and we die. Everything else is just shades of opinion.
She was his north star, the fixed point round which his world turned. For as long as his heart beat, or hers, he believed they would always share a destiny.
Our lives are spent sailing in the mist, hoping for a burst of sunlight that can make sense of who we are.