Book: The city of monsters

- Our conversation is over - cut Dante - the Road back, you look for yourself. And carefully look around. Here, at the Docks, chock-full of specialists along the lines of life.
- They let him wonder? - naively asked the girl.
"Not exactly," Dante leaned forward and blew out the candle in the hand of Petra - They interrupt.

I am not scare of hell. I live there.

- Notably you painted, I see, - said the innkeeper, when Dante came to the bar in the "Last supper."
Scars adorn a man, told him Dante - They say that their owner is aggressive. And yet dumb enough to earn them. And women have always been attracted to aggressive and stupid men. If you want, I can cut you in the face. You have the women, will not rebound.

Why do people keep saying that they want the truth? - muttered Dante - what are they? The truth is a knife without a handle. If it is wrong to take it in hand, it is easy to get hurt. Do you understand me?