Book: Crouching in the shadows. Page 4

The sun disappeared over the horizon, but you are going to rest, and the moon was like a snow owl. Over the city only an hour soared slumbering giant bird, which name is twilight.

You're a strange creature, people. Sometimes we are ready to cut each other's throat for a copper coin, or other nonsense, and sometimes decide to cover the backs of his comrades, realizing that living out will fail.

He slapped an arrow between the shoulder blades, and a mercenary from an overabundance of feelings decided to die on me.

Yes, it's not a fairy tale. Only in fairy tales die with honor, and silently. In life, usually long, writhing, screaming and bleeding.

Everything ever go. Sooner or later it happens, and to run from that - stupid, and close your eyes to it even more stupid. ... The question is how to go and what is to part with life.

Can and a razor in the eyes.