Corvus: What exactly is that slave to you?
Cassia: Everything that you are not.

Milo: This isn't a battle. This is a massacre.
Atticus: How do you know?
Milo: Because I was there.

Cassia: You could ride before you were a gladiator?
Milo: I could ride before I could walk.

Ariadne: He made you feel alive?
Cassia: He made me feel... safe.

Now who's the poor bastard who has to die for my freedom?


Too many arrogant men who flatter you with their presence.


Atticus: It is the gods. They have a plan for us all.
Milo: Perhaps. I saw the man who killed my family. Perhaps the gods spared me for a reason.

Cassia: I couldn't believe he had the strength to do that.
Ariadne: Then you didn't see his muscles?
Cassia: That's not what I meant.

I don't want to spend our last moments running.


Milo: Why did you save my life?
Atticus: No gladiator should die from a blade to the back. When you die it should be to the front and it will come from my hand.
Milo: Well, I can make you a better promise

Men killing each other for amusement is not a sport.


Before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she will fall into a sleep-like death!


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