Book: Crouching in the shadows

And then the heavens split. Was the cannons of the dwarves on the field of weeds. So ancient and forgotten heroes of ogres in anger split the sky axes.

Is a military March of the dwarfs.
Under such a March better March to the night pot, not the enemy! - contemptuously said Hallas.
- I, too, expert martial marches! not to be outdone döhler. - You have a beard, and such is not present!
- And "Hit the hammer on the axe"?
Ha! scornfully dwarf.
- And "the Song of the crazy miners"?
Ha! Even more contemptuous answer.
- How ladies hoe on the head?

If the rope on the neck
to be under the mountains of treason.
Feet you knead the clay
get a sharp stiletto in the back.
If the watch will sosnitsa
sleep and your arrow will be interrupted.
And not cal, you are one tough shackles
to keep them as friends or of enemies!
If you don't want to leave the world of shadows
the first hit and if you can, kill!
The first hit and if you can, kill!

The law of universal beastliness triggered at the most unexpected moment, when they least expect it.

The fog erupted into a wall of liquid fire, and the inside of the ravine became more like the crucible of the dwarves. Dense hand the heat struck Gargano in the face, he felt hair and eyebrows flashed. People backed away from the yawning abyss of fire, covering their faces with hands from the unbearable heat knows how broke out of the fog, and only one sorceress, not bending, looked into the blazing flames.

Of course, human archers - it's not the elves, who have the seventh arrow falls from the bow, five arrows are in flight, and the first is drink the blood of the enemy, but also people capable of inflicting devastating damage to the enemy of the most powerful bows, the design of which was copied exactly from the elven fighting asymmetrical bows.

Damn rain never ended, it seemed, never-ending clouds will never run out. They swirled menacingly above the ground and waited, when they will be blood.

We're already all dead, with some inexplicable sadness think of an old warrior. - We are the walking dead. And I, the Fox, and the Whore and the witch that got it into his head to become a heroine, and another three hundred men and women who decided to voluntarily depart this life only to other even slightly longer than they are.

In this late August, it was a lot of rain, it seemed the world itself was crying, watching what is happening on the ground war.

Inaction for soldiers - the most terrible test.

Oh, greens untrained! I would in your place every moment caught!

We want to see you survived, otherwise we will all fall.

- Garrett, you are always configured so gloomy?
- All depends on the circumstances.

Unions as concluded and terminated.