Book: The fire wolf

I'm a werewolf! Werewolf! And all of you: you're a beast, you're the man! I'm not a man and not a beast, both in me sit and will sit before the grave! Two on my skin, and I didnt reset!

- Here, well... it's here... Bragina pressed the white hand to his chest, where the people's heart. I don't know, I didn't know that. There, the father, was a joy, but it's something else, I feel like I'm settled autumn.

She looked at him with kindness and affection, but her feelings were aloof, not destined to him. So gentle all the birch to the one who rests in the shade of its branches.

Together with the other features of the earth's women she acquired and invention, weapons of the weak in the struggle for life.

Granted quietly gasped, looked up at Svetla impressed with the beauty of the gift and the power of his love - women are so often the first taken for the second!

Strange fate will not beg, its not going away. And leave their own death.

Sell the blessing of the ancestors is possible, - the chuckling of a dove, and she did not know that in some way repeats the words Fir, - Yes, someone else's blessing can not be bought.

- Maybe he did not want to know him?
Don't say that! screamed raspberry, indignant, forgetting the fear of the White Prince. He can't not want! That man back to the people not wanted! This can not be!
- Why not? - Prince of wolves suddenly quite humanly bowed his head to my shoulder and slyly looked at Malinka. - Hard to be human I know! Wolf to be easier. Quick feet will catch any prey, sharp teeth tear it. When the wolf fed he's happy. A person need to be happy a lot more.

Prince of wolves called the tribe, not for the sake of one girl and her fiancé. He was called to battle all loyal to him. White Prince is not worse than Ogneyar understand why it came to a werewolf. But this is a little cheer Ogneyar. White Prince calling for help - so afraid.

Trees, grass, flowers are not good or bad, they live their changeless life, blissfully-indifferent, benevolent or cruel to the people, without noticing. What happened to her, why she was not as learned new feelings in my heart then spring, then fall? It really ruined hot the human spirit. But Divnich did not know whether she healing.

He understood what was happening to him, but nothing could change that. His text was akin to love itself - you can prevent yourself and watch your favorite, but you can't deny thinking about her, and if she carries death, and separation from her is the death too.

Beasts and gods do not lie.

In the face of death one does not lie.

A coward in the hour of fate unworthy to be called a man.