Book: Curse of the necromancer

Uh, when I asked the meat in its own juice, never thought I'll have it delivered still in the original packaging - came a familiar voice. - Oswald good sense of humor, however.
I sighed with relief. The presence of a vampire worked for me better sedated, so could only follow the development of events.
The fellow quickly turned, but when faced with an icy stare Art, his irritation suddenly gave way to nervousness. I think he even sobered up.
- What, am I wrong?
The man quickly nodded.
- So go away, poor thing, - advised the vampire.

Fu. - I grimaced in disgust. - What, in the trash they dug up?
"Of course," nodded happily Serge. - What would you do without me?
- Would breathe fresh air and not moldy stuff.

- Get into a real life situation with a similar error, where there is no good Masters at hand - very sorry that you were sorry, instead of screaming, but to drum right action.

- Do not confuse the concept of Light and Darkness with good and evil, said Unheilig glumly. - The darkness - the same integral part of this world as light, and Death is even more so.

- People often become prisoners of their emotions and memories. That's your strength but also your weakness.

- Are you ready to root for our team? Cheerfully he asked. We were ready not only to be sick, but forced to hurt everyone around you, and even to sacrifice those who would dare to doubt our necromancy powers.

- Happiness is, - he declared at this time Serge. And I eat it.

If anything, I Unheilig'll be out to eat, and the bones near here and added dropwise. Yes figs with bones, graduation don't sign, that's scary.