- Nameless: This is the temple of the god we are summoning. Enyalius. God of war.
- Quentin Coldwater: Thought that was Ares.
- Nameless: Say that when you see him. It makes him so mad.
- Fen: Our air has always been graced with what you on Earth call opium. But now it's saturated. For some it's tolerable. Some get quite giddy, a few succumb to sleep at the most inconvenient times, and then there are those who-...
- Tick Pickwick: Dance. In the nude.
- Fen: It sounds lighthearted, but it's actually resulted in a number of deaths, mainly in falling asleep in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- Tick Pickwick: Trampled in the middle of the road being the most common. Uh, however, a dancer did die of exposure on a glacier, though, uh, by all accounts, quite gracefully.
- Dean Fogg: Magic has been a brutal series of disappointments, and after living forty timelines, thirty-nine of which range from the comically horrendous to the apocalyptically absurd, to find it was all for nothing, well... leaving this life actually feels liberating.