Book: Enemies of the faithful

Selena, and let me kiss you, huh? Solely out of respect as my own best enemy!

- M-Yes, only the elves could write on the door: "Secret documents," Veres without hesitation showed that only people could just pull the handle in order to check whether deceive them.

- Heather, have I ever told you you arrogant, haughty and unbearable type?
- Twenty times. But if it makes you happy - could you repeat one more time, I will gladly listen!

Are you gonna leave a woman weak at the mercy of the ghouls? I put the bags on the ground, and looked around, making sure nobody's watching, climbed over the fence and over the ends of the butt alternately took the logs to the side, freeing the passage.
- Yes, the ghouls really have to regret, I agreed Veres.

Time? Place?! Warlock, your brains, not bones should be treated! You, by the way, not in a Royal Palace during five fences were down, and the werewolf in the lair of the tips he gave!
- I mean, - calmly confirmed Veres. - If it can not be worse, hence, we can safely hope for the best! Give me another cake, eh?

No, it's a nightmare! Who is the bigger idiot-a werewolf, who offered assistance to MAG, or MAG, so zealously exploited it?!

He was not surprised and not frightened. Seen, believed that the worst may not be. Naive. Dissuade him while I was gone.

Beloriya generally called "Fraternal power" - that is, if and dirty tricks, the sly and not confessing.

... And remember: silence is silver!
- And the gold then what? - I was surprised.
- Do not go anywhere. It's more reliable.

Confuse courage with barking from around the corner. Revenge is stupid, incompetent and purposeless small scornicesti. Learn to play by adult rules, puppy.

... As you well know, the dragon is a fire - breathing creature. And hemp on a hot summer day very willingly burns. So when we, silly giggling, early in the evening arm in arm out of the smoke, one of us is the dragon, who is knight and who is his horse, remembered with great difficulty. I think we even swore each other eternal friendship, and shudder to remember what else, because the next morning I woke up at the Inn in the same bed.

Minstrel, composing a song about a great battle according to eyewitnesses, like the painter, painting the sea with a duck pond outside the window. For those who are just pond and saw it may come. But those who tomorrow will storm the walls, to strike sparks from swords, to bows stretched and frame shields to arrows, spilling his foreign blood, will make me a laughingstock. And they're absolutely right.

You're right, Darkness. You are not worthy and this is the best excuse. No one would dare to persuade you, because this issue is not negotiable. No one can accuse you of cowardice, because you already like as itself accused, and have nothing to add. Well, gher with you, look for a decent. Hey! Worthy! Ay! What if no one will respond, and, Darkness? Will nod at each other, screwed up eyes and with bated breath waiting for the Great Hero, who will perform the required feat with one hand. And when you open it, there will be scorched earth, the smell of the falling and swirling in the sky crow. Because someone less worthy exactly as they had hoped for...

The quiet brooding of the lake with a languishing of the evening mist, crystal springs, Windows, thirst-quenching price of aching teeth, bone from the blocks of ice, cheerfully babbling Brooks, and if necessary, turbid fury of a flood, sweeping away everything in its path. Water compliant and forgiving, but we should not delude ourselves. It can take any form, but to keep it in handfuls you fail as you try not to. How to stay afloat if you're axe. A good axe, I thought grimly, heavy, direct the dwarven axe on the steel handle. Not even a gurgle. Cancers will then help to bring about calculated hydrodynamically shaped blade and a lightweight alloy...