Book V, 180

What wonder if murderous Love shoots those arrows that breathe fire, and laughs bitterly with cruel eyes! Is not Ares his mother’s lover, and Hephaestus her lord, the fire and the sword sharing her? And his mother’s mother the Sea, does she not roar savagely flogged by the winds? And his father has neither name nor pedigree. So hath he Hephaestus’ fire, and yearns for anger like the waves, and loveth Ares’ shafts dipped in blood.