Book: Forest bride. The Curse Of The Divines

- ... it's much more profitable to form an Alliance with the already elected king of the Western Atland than a tramp, who has nothing but a sword and insolence.
- The sword and the nerve is much more than a sword and servile cowardice!

Destiny is very capricious. And our gods love sometimes to play with the mortals a joke, what can not relax and did not think that if they just sacrifice, the wind in all directions is favorable and he himself will walk a patrol around their estates. Hope you always have yourself.

- Rumors I have not cheated, I am glad. It would be a shame for nothing to leave the house at such a time when so many things around the house.
- Of course! - joyfully exclaimed, Hrothgar. - Cut chicken, to pair carrots and cabbage, to take delivery from herring... what else happens?

It was impossible to imagine that the earth is so great and what its opposite ends, despite the distance, still unable to communicate. His head was spinning from the feel gigantic spaces, and somehow woke up a sense of pride as a restless man who is so small and weak in front of a huge white light, but somehow manages to cross it from end to end. And most importantly, what it aspires to.

Elected tried to imagine the distance separating the Silk country of Atlanta, and closed his eyes - hundreds and hundreds of crossings through the deserts, steppes, mountains, rivers, forests, the sea, across dozens of different countries and States, as a very developed and wealthy, and very wild. People from one end will never fall to another, do not even really know what's on the other end of the earth. As things go yourself and go dozens of hands pass them, overloading with camels to horses, from horses to boats, exchanging money and other goods. And in the end get there, where a simple everyday object becomes a fragment of Light...

No one knows what a turbulent and muddy stream would result everyday, ordinary, unremarkable events.

To raise a hand against his blood - a crime do not forgive, neither men nor ancestors nor the gods.

When the day that the thread of fate twisted in a knot, after which the whole Makoshina fabric is skewed? <...> Those days could not be easier than finding the source of the river flowing from the marshes - little by little, pomalenechku.

From near the woods really heard the wolf howl. From a distance it seemed beautiful, like the song of the moonlight, but Samobor imagine what a horror it fills, if you meet a night in the woods and know that there is someone more dangerous and hungry than yourself.

Every stick has two ends, on any road in both directions you can go, and any rope, if one to the other cables, in fact, and the other to the first bound also.

This young man with expressionless face and a small beard was a deep, black, empty, and therefore always hungry. She greedily pulls the wrong hand, trying to fill his emptiness, but it's impossible, and thirst will not be quenched.

Experience and ability are important but much more important power, the ability to take a punch, speed and stability.

One man to know or to remember can not. A generic memory blood - she keeps everything.

- What is your name? asked Radoslav.
- No, - hoarsely she answered.
- In any way? Well, there are all sorts of names!