Trust is the lubricant that enables men to work together, and they've thrown a handful of corundum grit into ours. - S. M. Stirling

The waxen line of the bowstrings struck their leather bracers with a light whapping sound ... A man dropped from each end of the attackers' rough formation, with the flat punching smack of arrowheads striking flesh loud enough to hear.

They’re starting to live a little more like human beings and a little less like mad beasts. The problem is that men are more dangerous than beasts. And they’re still a lot closer to vicious mad beasts than to real human beings, like my friends here.

One of the pieces of advice his father had given him when he got his commission was that excitable women were wearing, but often worth the trouble.