He laughed grimly to himself all the way to the pass at Thermopylae, where the winds of twenty-four centuries had worn away nearly all the evidence of the Spartan sacrifice, leaving nothing but pyre-scorched stones and an atmosphere of futility. The world, really, was barren of nobility, and history was adventitious to the point of meaninglessness.

Kirk Mitchell, Cry Republic (p. 71)

“I be of few words, and none serve me well enough.” gosh were getting some good Centurion and Emperor story tonight (New Barbarians)

Kirk Mitchell, New Barbarians (1987)