When will they fight?" I asked. "Tomorrow. Daybreak. It is man's work." I laughed. "I too have fought and killed, Kotta. It is the work of fools, not… - Tanith Lee

'Not everything that walks is a man,'" said the boulder conversationally, "'and not everything that lies quiet is a stone,' as the wolf remarked when the serpent bit him.

Vazkor had picked his creatures well—narrow, unintelligent men, good fighters, unafraid because they had no imagination, loyal because they responded to their own sense, and until now, there had always been enough food and wine, women and prestige; trustworthy in this last extremity because the old order had been good to them, and Vazkor seemed able to restore it.

The demons had invented love. There needs to be said no more.