" As Hafgan appeared to herd us all down into the darkness of the ship’s hold, the smoldering disdain I had carried most of my life for the legionnaire’s kind—for the soldiers that had killed my sister and dishonored my father—flared to a bright-burning flame of hatred. And my soul fanned that fire wholly in the direction of the young decurion named Caius Antonius Varro. "

― Lesley Livingston , The Valiant (The Valiant, #1)