Book: Wolfhound

That's loyalty is worse than any betrayal.

Do not tell me about sinless babies do not learn to distinguish between good and evil and not know anything about the eleven years that it hurts when they hit you. When, then, I suppose, everyone immediately makes a good point. Pull, vydritsa? Perhaps. We saw these. Other and the neck collapses.

Go to the about fleeting desires,
Like children, looking for fun
The consequences of our current acts
We do not even try to imagine.
And after crying in a brutal sadness:
"Fate! What have you done to us!.."
Forgetting blinded as she was helped
Their own hands.

You thought: here-here will fly, just the wings April!
And the wings broke and the world did not notice the loss.

... And no man - as to whether was people?..

Vienna rarely prostrated before their Gods. For Bright Gods want people reaching out to them up, not crawling on his belly from fear.

Not everything is sold for money, not everything can be bought.

When a person does not want to make excuses, it's always impressive.

Deliverance was nowhere to wait, but illusive hope lives a little longer the person. Venn saw too many terrible deaths that occurred because someone was late for a moment. That means we need to try to buy this moment.

Everyone was here, including the doctor of Illad with his inseparable box. At first glance surprising, cowardly little Alianza less crushed the will consuming fear. "Probably thought knesinka is because he, unlike me, in the hands of a thing, and the battle is the sense of it".

When he wanted something to convince the angry man, he always spoke softly. According to his observations, it is forced to listen. Listen, at the same time continuing to boil, difficult.

Until I face such a choice did not stand, do not judge others.

If someone does not beat as it should, any slap appears to be a fatal blow.

Knesinka looked at the surly bearded guy sitting up against her, bodyguard-Venn suddenly struck her as a native of another world. Cold and very scary world. She grew up in kindness and contentment, over the oak walls of chrome, behind the shields of his father's retinue, hardly knew firsthand. Now thinking: what kind of life was to live this person? What made him the way he was?..