Book: To kill the necromancer

She raised her head, met my eyes, And her face was tense, stubborn, and a poisonous - not elven, girlish, foolish. And it is not a challenge guy, and the desire to hurt and not to wound in return.
They do not recognize any laws of the game. Beating the sore spot and cover with something irresistible - like tears or accusations. I completely forgot about that.

The power comes from love and hatred. The only way.

- Ludwig was better than you a thousand times, Dolph. He was handsome, he was noble, he was kind and helpful. He was able to love, you know? You believe the word is unknown. He told me amazing things...
And began to cry.
And I thought he was saying amazing things to the maids, the laundresses, maids, believecan - even the cooks. And something else too, and love he was capable of so that only the furniture cracked. And that its noble Ludwig with a kind smile and watched as ned standing and crying blue than Rosamund, and his neck snapped loop.

Very beautiful and very helpless looking people can be the most sophisticated enemies.

Friends is such a prohibitive rarity, such an amazing gem...

They do not recognize any laws of the game. Beating the sore spot and cover with something irresistible - like tears or accusations.

Women can't see the beauty of other women. It irritates them - at least usually. At best they try to pretend that beauty doesn't exist next.

Good deeds are always punished. But things are so good, like trying to save an innocent life is punishable twice. And then rescued from unimaginably difficult to get rid of.

To wear the crown easier and more enjoyable than them. So my father chose the first and not the second. The job of a ruler is heavy, dirty and ungrateful. Quiet days there. Honest vassals there. There is no order and never will be.

May all my friends and beloved to burn in hell, but I wouldn't trade eternal torment in their great company in Paradise alone.

They hated me for the pimples on the face and distorted figure. And I for facial expressions and poses. One of us had more right to hate? Me external. I for internal.

I do not cherish any illusions. I grew up with the little ugly bastard. Evil, and that the forest is vindictive, mean-spirited. But smart. I read and watched and read and watched. And everything I had read or seen was noted.

Powers of necromancy, say, like an ear for music. Perhaps.
Some passionately want to be singers and musicians, call the teachers, pay them gold per hour, spend a lot of time and efforts to make the most of the lute or flute in any harmonious sound, to no avail. Torment the ears of others. And their lackey hums, rubbing plates, and passers-by outside the window stopped to listen. A gift from above.

And so she swam a temple like a Lily from frost, a sharp diamond lights, pale as lace around her face - only her eyes, dark as sapphires, and they reflect the candle.