Look at me. I am the son of a great man. A goddess was my mother. Yet death and inexorable destiny are waiting for me.
Achilles, the greek war heroWhose wrath had burnt so bright, that the gods themselves descended.
Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself … swore to myself … that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies … now I can’t even tell one from the other. [x]
Scout Pare Phillips, Fields Of Ash