Book: Service control of magical creatures

Annie clutched at his heart.
What a pleasant discovery - demons have a heart!
No soul, no conscience, but the heart is.

- Clani do not like my horns? - suddenly very thoughtfully inquired of Cain.
You have a beautiful horn - I giggled, - so... very sharp.
And what's wrong?
- Everything is so... just I am confused by their presence on your head.

No wonder they say that we can't accept gifts from strangers, especially if these are gifts from another world!

Everything has its advantages, the main thing you need to consider of their time, while cons and bleak hopelessness of the situation are not forced to fall into despair. And now the desperation thing is so insidious. It forces you to turn off the voice of reason and throw ourselves on the mercy of emotions that at times aggravates any situation and equates it to practically insoluble.

- Love the fact I have a flight of imagination is unlimited!
- I'm afraid to imagine what the imagination is capable of the demon...
- Many things, - assured me.

- What's your name? he asked.
I said nothing. Something was telling me to get acquainted with men in the deep woods is not the most reasonable idea that may come to mind of a defenseless woman.

- Oh, - touching cried the demon, - can such a pretty girl afraid of me?
- Afraid? - I nervously chuckled. - Of course! It's not every day harassing me tailed demons, sorry.