Book: Chronicles of the Black Squad

- Tell me, Kostoprav, are there gods? I never believed in gods.
- I don't know, Mistress. I have yet to encounter a meaningful religion. They are usually inconsistent. The gods, judging by the descriptions of their fans, are mostly psychopaths with megalomania and paranoia. I don't know how they live with their obsession. It is possible, however, that humans are simply incapable of correctly interpreting the actions of a being immensely superior to them. Maybe every belief is an ugly and dirty shard of truth. Maybe there are forces that sculpt our world. But I could never understand why the gods in such a vast world should worry about human destinies or prayers.

Dreams die, son. Those unthinkable, wild tales that make you live are impossible, unrealizable. My bright aspirations are dead. All I see is the killer's rotten-toothed grin.

Time, you ruthless killer, I smell your icy breath, I hear the thunder of iron hooves ...

Their youth is stolen from us and they leave us no other than the youth of our children...

When everything pisses you off, you realize that you are old.

A man lay in front of me. He sank to the very bottom, but then he fought his way back to the light, and now he earned respect. And now this person is much more worthy than me. Because, having determined his moral guidelines, he held out to the end, even at the cost of his own life. And part of his guilt - albeit a small one - he atoned for.

Despair is the reason. It pushes people to do crazy things. Everyone was desperate and crazy.

Evil will always find a crack to get free.

I didn't say I would sit idly by. Only explained that our capabilities are more than modest. You will not demand from a man with a penknife in his hands to cut down the forest and postpone the city. Serious tools are needed for a serious cause.

Mercenaries are not required to make any highly moral decisions. In essence, the mercenary generally pushes morality aside or, at best, rebuilds the world around him so that it fits his lifestyle. Whether he is doing a good job, whether he is faithful to the oath, how he treats his comrades - that's what really matters. Nothing human exists outside the immediate environment. Therefore, whatever the mercenary does or witnesses, loses its meaning - until it jeopardizes the existence of our brotherhood.

Religion is a guest who, knocking on your door one morning, will never leave. She has supernatural power and pushes people to completely irrational actions.

It is said of me that I always see the future only in a gloomy light. But in this case, a person expects less disappointment.

Once you play a fool, and you will never forget it.

A small person needs hatred as food and air, he needs to blame someone for his own mistakes.