Something Wiccan This Way Comes

From the introduction:

Another battle. More pointless spilling of blood and loss of life. Another day for you to try to block out the screams of the dying and the lost. You go now to face them without hatred in your heart, and yet it is hard not to hate. Not to hate the necessities that drive you to this. Not to hate the skill with which you send souls on to the next life. Not to hate the treacherous voice inside that tells you that it isn’t really necessary – that you are lying to yourself because you don’t have the courage to stop.