Book: The Sword With No Name

Words are but a reflection of the desires, and in the man I appreciate it!

Girlfriends and sisters, fellow member and accomplice! Today we accept a Quiet Refuge noble Lord Skiminoka, of the Landgrave Sword with No Name. His eyes are bright, the case is hopeless, the efforts of the righteous, efforts fruitless. In accordance with tradition he is doomed to heroic and magnificent death. Let us give a naive tribute to the brave and charismatic man!

- Mr. busy!
- What?
- Beats head on the wall. Told you not to bother...

My Lord, I... - a barely audible exhale the Bulldozer. - Can I faint?
- No, me first!

- Your last wish, Landgraaf?
- Coaxial machine gun...

- M-m... father is a plumber, mother is a lab technician sanitation - mused me.
- I guess your kind of higher than I expected. In our Kingdom and not heard of such titles and ranks.
- There is another brother-supplier... - Sluggish after boasting this way I got in response to more respectful: "Oh-Oh!"

Mother dear! This Packed a jerk, and really spiced up his horse and took a spear at the ready. He really wanted to fight! Frankly, at first I wanted to get away. Any man, if he is not crazy and not suicidal, would do the same. However, there is one "but"... Where? In the box will not run - will catch up. The city is not allowed.

Between the Board and the railing lay a sword. Where it came from - I don't know. Actually, not even real weapons, and a simple plaster cast from aluminum strips with a wooden handle.
At the time I was a man of sober, difficult so what possessed me to take the sword and with a menacing battle cry to join the mummers!

The figure stunned Rizenkampf resembled a frozen crow.

Hard in treatment, it is easy in a coffin!

Death always knows exactly who and when she should take... each of us has its time and its purpose stay on earth.

Love yourself when it's so easy and sublime lying. The state of such romantic thoughts in your head come bright, festive, and talking... to invent Anything not necessary, all as-that by itself, word for word. In General, a pleasure!

As they say, who with a sword to us will come, and face the wall!

I nerve lost, immediately hit the face.