Book: To kill the necromancer. Page 1

They never asked me, whether I forgive them. And I did not forgive. And decided for myself: never leave alive those who hates me. And repentance to believe will not. All this nonsense for the blind.

Then my uncle invited me to dinner. And I said that will warm your wine, and for dinner I want to eat your hunting trophy - a hare has jumped out on road, can you imagine, dear uncle! Fried. Bought in the village. On your way never pop out roasted rabbits? And sometimes.

... a man dies - body or soul, no matter - when it begins to lie to others and to ourselves to look good.

Because if you have to do something against the will, it is instantly converted into work. Even love.

You very comfortable love Dolph. You gonna love crumbs, Golden sand, - I'm afraid to breathe on every single one, I'm afraid to lose her as, perhaps, no more fear... You flatter that, indescribable...

You know, I've seen enough people who really want to be good... or at least to appear good - never do that. Those who can you to consider, will love you for who you are... and the way you can't explain.

In my opinion, a woman can take revenge only in two ways - bringing it closer to yourself or removing it from himself. Depending on the surrounding circumstances.

Lust and love in reality absolutely nothing to each other are not connected: in the end, attempt to extinguish lust, love does not offend.