Book: Blizzard of shadows. Page 1

The ability to speak does not mean the ability to think.

In the profession of thief is one of the undeniable virtues - the ability to wait. On the roof of the building, in a dark, dusty cubbyhole, up to his neck in shit - no matter where you are and whom await, but if you are patient, then you will always have good luck.

Without doubt or hesitation.

The death of the patient. She knows how to wait.

Death never scares those who come. Why be afraid? In any case we will be her prize. No matter how much we trash the air, the end is always the same - its coming. With daffodils or oblique, it does not matter. Even the Immortals, even the gods will eventually be it, it's just a matter of time, and Death knows how to wait. Eternity has taught her patience, and sooner or later all will fall under her all-seeing and at the same time, blind eyes.

Death is blind, but is never wrong in his choice.

Life is too boring for those who creates worlds. And they sometimes play Games.

The law of universal beastliness is one for everyone.

I have no rosy illusions about the kindness of zombies. Kindness is unknown to them, as well as hatred. Everything I know animated scraps, - hunger.

But for every attack there is an adequate response, any protection ever must be tired, any trap can be disarmed, and any spell can be overcome with another spell.

Of small steps and never place money above their own lives.

It is very much hoped for you people... respected and believed that you're not so bad, just do not know about it...

When a friend died, don't give way to tears, and find the enemy and revenge.

Vampires exist, and if you haven't seen them doesn't mean that this tale.