The Treasured One

It’s common knowledge that the "church" is nothing more than an invention of the priesthood designed to swindle the ordinary people of the empire out of just about everything they own.

A man should never miss an opportunity to keep his mouth shut.

We call this a “bow”, Cap’n, and the thing that’s sticking out of that fellow’s head over on the other side of the trench is called an “arrow”. If you put them together just right, they’ll do all sorts of nice things to people who aren’t nice.

The men sit around getting fat and arguing with each other about something they call “philosophy” - most of which is pure nonsense.

This is Trenicia, the queen of the warrior women of the Isle of Akalla. Different places have different traditions and different customs. On the Isle of Akalla, the women rule, and the women do the fighting." "What do the men do?" the horseman Ekial asked curiously. "As little as they possibly can," the warrior woman said in a sardonic tone. "Over the years, they’ve foisted just about everything off on us. We have to grow the food, hunt the meat, and fight the wars. The men sit around getting fat and arguing with each other about something they call 'philosophy' - most of which is pure nonsense.

—I can make Skell laugh if I really have to, but I have to take off one of his boots first. —That went by just a little fast, Torl. —It’s terribly hard to tickle the bottom of a man’s foot when he’s wearing boots, commander.

These outlanders are peculiar, aren’t they?" Longbow smiled faintly. "They seem to think that we’re the peculiar ones. Their lives are very complicated, but we try our best to keep everything simple. I’m not sure exactly why, but that seems to offend them for some reason.

men who don’t really want authority and responsibility make better leaders than men who yearn for the position.