Book: The Chronicles Of SIAL. Page 2

Wow, a warning! Warning - this is when you break your finger and promise next time you break your arm and then neck. And when you stuffed the crossbow bolts, it's not a warning.

Give us the will, and we will kill all enemies, then friends, and then each other.

"Someday" and "never" are very similar.

Going to the door of the restaurant, I sadly (or not?) thought quietly, even not wanting this change. Garrett is a shadow, a master thief, the best Ripper chests throughout Vendome, loner, sullen type, never had real friends and never showing others their true emotions - changing. For better or worse?
I'd call two months ago someone a friend? Real? No. I just didn't have friends, except my mentor, teacher and second father - fora. Much to drink a beer for company... that wasn't it.
A thief, if he is a good thief should always be one. No family, no attachments, nothing that will affect its performance and safety. It was until recently.
I was surprised to realize that always arguing and cursing each other döhler and Hallas, annoying and restless Kli, Miralissa, the Lamplighter, and all the other steel ones I without hesitation can call friends.

Sleep. Sleep is always a relief, a dream - like a waterfall that washes away the traveler tiredness. Sleep is necessary for everyone, but sometimes together with sleep come nightmares. They are eternal companions of sleep, they are always there, always waiting for you gape, give them the will, and then will come the sweetest moment for emboldened and gaining power of nightmares. They swirl into my mind, edging out sleep and, as mites will bite into the resting brain.

One folly more, one less. What is the actual difference?

As for the war... just that this is war, Kli-Kli, And in war all means are good. it on any duel you can be generous and give the enemy time to raise fallen from the hands of the sword. Here if you lose the sword, then immediately lose his head. no matter why you came to war, how old are you and how much you noble, either win and snatch victory, or rot on the field. Third, dear Goblin, the war is not given.

Call me a fool but I never copied the plans on the parchment. What is needed then the head?

Did I tell you what history is capable of frightened and ignorant people?

Leave, we have our own attitude to death, people have different. We relate to it easier and easier to accept. Everybody leaves, sooner or later. The question is how to go and what is to part with life.

I hung in the void and dreaming. A lot of dreams. beautiful and terrible at the same time. Dreams where I was just an observer dreams where I've lived thousands of lives. dreams that were just dreams. Dreams walked and walked, taking turns as colored pictures toy kaleidoscope my childhood. Dreams. noncommittal, Dreams over which they should think about the dreams that have faded from my memory as soon as they ended, and gave way to others, on what not similar dreams.

Safe places are not, Garrett.

- All the fun? God taslim and Tweedle-La-La?
And you grumble and think of the worst? Stupid you have vital position, Garrett!
- Do not agree! I have a great position in life!
- To think the worst is a wonderful attitude to life? This is someone's idea?
- I myself. Look, I'll explain...
- Listen, listen.
- Here you are, run, sing songs, and say that all will be well. And when "good" happens, what are you doing?
- I'm upset
- Here! And I'm not always inclined to expect the worst and when it happens, do not upset and continue to live on, Yes, trying to extricate himself from the incident of the trouble. And if not, the pleasantness doesn't happen, but is quite the contrary, I genuinely enjoyed an unexpected surprise!