Book: Prisoners Of Twilight. The transformation

Luck is such a thing - it acts slowly but inexorably.

The sins of a bad time, worse than inaction.

The act of hunting. Never go to the noise. Go someplace quiet.

Everything changed, and you change. Learn to live, not to fight.

Everything will be as we want. Great it'll be. The rest is just a backdrop for our play.

- You have from the psychiatric hospital was her mental connection?

When in front of you gets past, albeit not as remote, it generates only one desire - to hide his head under the pillow, whispering to myself that this is a dream, a bad dream. Turn over on the other side, and you already dream about something pleasant: all is well, the sun is shining, trees are blooming.

And I want to uncover an ancient secret. I told him banging on the window of rain. If someone is waiting really, waiting so much that life starts to seem a dream, you have to look at the horizon, on the tops of the trees, at the stars on the veil of rain. And just trust that the beloved will come. Do you hear? It's starting to rain! Go, meet...