Book: To play, to live. Book 2. Clan

A favorite male pastime is to beat in the gnawing of the supostat and that there is nothing for it.

No oaths needed, desire is enough.

A favorite male pastime is to beat in the gnaw of the supostat and that there is nothing for it.

To be the cleverest among the fools, of course, flattering, but futile. But to get into a good team and learn from the accumulated mother wolfhounds experience very useful.

Next time for such nonsense will subscribe you, though, fingers crossed hold behind the back, all less recoil on karma, in the event of failure.

Widely swung? Otherwise, it is necessary to set ambitious goals. Task to accumulate by year-end, a new sofa is unlikely to motivate real movements, but the goal is to buy a "Porsche Cayenne" in three years can make to bust my ass to take the initiative to strive, to seek.

Through the window, which opened into an unknown layer of reality, looked fun and, in my opinion, slightly tipsy face of the goddess. Carefully glance at Eric, she smiled at him encouraging.
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My thoughts were interrupted by a hoarse exhalation Eric.
- What kind of woman... he was clearly impressed by a passing vision.
Damn, I hope this is not the effect of the initiation, the failure of the tower and youth unconditional love? Just in case warned of the warrior:
Eric, at her Unnamed - eyes, so you're lip, then rolled up and then he Fallen for you, not happy you will be.
- Yes? - Latter-day priest looked cautiously upwards, then shook off his shoulders the assailant heavenly snow and has cut back: - I was just purely aesthetically checked out. The fallen, of course, need him a woman... ugh, the goddess not just to find...
Stas just disapprovingly shook his head.
- Eric, I give you a couple of times per day lay the spell of silence? It is God, the healthier you will be, you only will benefit. Because if not me, then some offended deity will make you dumb in the first game.

Magic and "firearms" - two unique instrument on different ends of the evolutionary chain. And if someone will be able to combine them, the universe will tremble and the blood will wash all those who doubted our desire for peace.

- General, have you considered the possibility of dedication of the personnel of the clan Makarii and offered to pay two million. Right?
Skull raised one eyebrow, silently asking about the source of information, not confirming nor denying it said. Stas only incentive smiled, go ahead, they say.
I took a deep breath, and with a tone of movie hero "Gena Bobkov is me!" said
- A dark Priest of whom you wrote is me!

Dragon our man, of course, if I may say so about the elf, God, and skeleton. To bring it under our banner - a task of paramount, as one guttural character. All right, fly now, understand.

Responsibility... that's what scares us. Whole life we run from it otmazyvayas in school and University from assignments and symbolic positions, afraid to start a family and start a business, not daring to talk to a girl or to break the nose of an eagle presumptuous guest... Maybe enough to run?

Hey Cheburashka, or whoever you are actually, there.
White muzzle with a black triangle nose and grinning teeth peered out from behind the chair. I immediately took her to the designation, if "Destructive Touch" doesn't miss, and it's minus five hundred hits will not find it. The General, meanwhile, continued:
- So, since we live under one roof, whether it is good to follow the rules of the hostel. Rule number one: you deleted the first request! - Cheburashka spasm in protest snarled, showing rather big needle white fangs.
And not a rock to me here! About rule number two will tell later, not invented yet.