Book: The half-demon. Revenge of the Princess

Who could explain to me how the power and gold made from women such bitches?
Dog, forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you...

If one considers that needs to go - I'll let him go. With regret, with tears, but let go. Friendship is not a dog collar or chain is unity. And his force will not achieve.

Tom rolls his eyes.
- Alex, I'm afraid.
- I am ugly - I willingly agree. - Afraid.
- An infection you...

- What do you think?
Tom gets closer. I wistfully look at other.
- Tom, why do we exist? Or are they? It?
Trinity "solodeinikov" successfully vahvaselka before the "Baroness", giving us the opportunity to exchange a few words. Although not the time nor the place for such conversations. But thoughts do not ask where to find you? They are just there.
Friend shrugs.
- Alex, we don't live why, but rather, contrary, - he grins. - You should not have been born, I was going to die. But we are alive. Which means, someone needs it!

They're all dead... no. Someone died, and just went crazy. Two or even three.
- Alex, how did you do that?
I shrug:
Renee, I just came in and smiled.

Are you excited? To greening!
I know you love me!
I can not love, I am charming...

And in the night come to me you murderers! Me! Such a kind and harmless! And no! It was not a lovers! Those climb with flowers, and these Les with naked daggers! And no! They didn't want me to cut the sausage! They clearly aimed to cut her out of me.

Oh, Rudick, good you could be human. But the corpse will be beautiful!

For us the peace of mind above all else. So I was calm. Sepulchral calm. And who you bother me to be buried. And to the point.

Yes, you are delusional, gentlemen. Not here and has never been, you see. Or simply be killed. Two letters, what's the difference?

I love the mountains. They are similar to eternity. I like to think that they have been here thousands of years ago - and will stand for thousands of years, poking their sharp peaks in the heavy underbelly of the sky. I will not, will not and my children, and the mountains will laugh, to tear the sky to shreds so that they will go century without affecting their arrogant appearance.

- Hang will be?
- I'll be there.
Alex, shame on you!
Is there?
They are the nobles! No dirty vulgar ropes! Just an axe and a gilded scaffold.
- Really, what is me a rope throw me? Disorder...