Book: Agnideva. Mystery Drevlyansky Princess

- I do not envy my uncle Odda, relaxed, but with a secret obstinacy replied Helga, and Predslava realized that though he tells a lie, never let a suspect in some sort of weakness. And this, perhaps, be called his biggest weakness.

You get this woman and all that she will bring: the relationship with the local nobility, power, influence, support, wealth. She'll give you the new woman, the continuer of thy kind, and even two - let everything will be as you wanted! But I'll get something back - after all, I win, too. I have a lot of time, I can wait. I can wait as long as this earth stands and the river flows. I'll send in the one that will do my will, and you will open her doors to the world. She comes uninvited, as that only decides for itself when it come to every mortal. It will get everything that you and your ancestors have created and won for themselves and their descendants. Her and her offspring, no one else. However, the tendency to fratricide your descendants will also receive from you a legacy. In every generation of your family brothers to shed each other's blood. You're lucky, but you're only human. I'll wait for your good fortune, and my will will be done as consistently as rivers into the Abyss.

Nothing is given for free. For every victory has to pay, and if people knew in advance the price of other gifts, you would prefer to refuse them.

There is not a well-made case, which it would be impossible to do even better.

In life the winner is the one who is luckier and who is luckier, that rightfully belongs to all.

Even with the evil fate have to fight to the end, but your fate will still be stronger than the fates of your opponents?

- Hold on, mermaid, the wedding is not tomorrow yet.
- The day after tomorrow.
- Oh!
- Hurry Santa. Afraid or bridegroom dies, or the bride will run away.

Predslava reiterated that when he laughs, he is a little embarrassed look: like he's ashamed of the fact that in the world there was something that could disturb his equanimity.

But even more Preglory was struck by its beauty, which by daylight is downright bill in the eye. Sometimes beauty, like a flower that captivates and touches; sometimes beauty, like a fire that warms and burns; his beauty was as sharp steel blade, cold and ruthless, piercing the heart through and through.

Maybe she really should have quit with them. Maybe it's not too late to catch up. Why would she want to stay here - a victim of a vicious cousin, who became a mortal enemy? But she knew that will not go away from a place where there is hope, if not to meet my husband, then at least learn something about it. Not that they were blessed a loaf, they tied his hands with wedding towels and showered with grain, forever linking her to run away, saving yourself and leaving him. She did everything she could for last representatives of their kind blood and now must think only of her husband. Not only Bratila, but even the memory of him she will not betray.

It's never the case that everything was resolved and not left fate no choice. Live gain, as it is written Prophetic, and only the dead there is no longer any hope. I will give Hiraku son of Harald rune Swan. With the past he will not recover, but he will be given the right to start all over again.

As expected of single guy's in the presence of elders, he was silent, but never in my life, she's never heard such a violent, expressive of silence.

Among so many blood relatives, she warmed the soul; it even seemed that returned youth, when she often used to sit among the screaming, singing, vociferous crowd, where the word Vikings, cugini speak three languages at the same time and nevertheless, all kin to each other, all soldered together by the blood, as roots of the same tree. In the Poconos, where I went to a wedding, naming or funeral, sat at long tables in a large provincial house was about fifty, and even under tables, crawling children too small for adult party. And when someone of something passed from one end of the table to another, Milorad grandmother loved to say: "That is what we have long arms, when we are all together!"

Dirt may adhere to the gold ring, but gold itself will not be.