“Even the king's Erkynguard might have wished to be elsewhere, rather than here on this killing ground where duty brought them and loyalty prisoned them. Only the mercenaries were here by choice. To Simon, the minds of men who would come to this of their own will were suddenly as incomprehensible as the thoughts of spiders or lizards—less so, even, for the small creatures of the earth almost always fled from danger. These were madmen, Simon realized, and that was the direst problem of the world: that madmen should be strong and unafraid, so that they could force their will on the weak and peace-loving. If God allowed such madness to be, Simon could not help thinking, then He was an old god who had lost His grip.” War Book:To Green Angel Tower Source: To Green Angel Tower
“Wars don't end, he thought suddenly. They become stories, told to children. They become causes that are taken up by those who were not even born when the war started. But the don't end. We are a fierce race, we men. We will give up even our short, precious lives for revenge---no, for justice. No wonder the immortals fear us.” WarIntrospection Book:The Heart of What Was Lost Source: The Heart of What Was Lost
“Wars don't end, he thought suddenly. They become stories, told to children. They become causes that are taken up by those who were not even born when the war started. But they don't end. We are a fierce race, we men. We will give up even our short, precious lives for revenge---no, for justice. No wonder the immortals fear us.” WarIntrospection Book:The Heart of What Was Lost Source: The Heart of What Was Lost
“The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.” MenWorldWarHeavenHorrorImitationMudWire Book:Otherland: City of Golden Shadow Source: Otherland: City of Golden Shadow
