Book: The house in which.... Page 4

- Is it possible that all along? Accidentally? After all, no?
Yes. Accidentally nothing happens.

Nobody likes it when outsiders uncover their favorite games.

Does not happen such, that would be one group gathered all the good nerds and the other things are out of control crazy. It's impossible.

He was in pain from too much happiness.

... a man trying to attract attention, there are people narcissistic and bad, capable of anything and imagines about himself knows that, while in fact he is simply dummy. The crow in peacock feathers. Or something like that.

In the world, about which speech will go, Death came in the form of boys or girls.
The girl was pale and dark-haired. The young man red. The girl was sad, the young man cheerful. So it happened in that world for a long time.
They were feared or looked forward. They were remembered in prayer, asking him to delay or accelerate the end. Their images were found on Tarot cards and antique prints. Few people wondered how many of them actually. It was believed that the Death of one, in two guises. Night and day, light and shadow.
Actually there were many of them. They were almost gods, possessed many miraculous abilities and was unbearably lonely. Sometimes they ran into other worlds, there to meet his death. Sometimes they even were born on other worlds. Always born dead and revived after some time. If they did that. These fugitives were no longer the true messengers of death.
The ability was failing. They became harmless or brought death only a dream.
To find out, among other they can here's how: they have beautiful voices, they dance well and know a lot of other people's secrets. They are too lazy to any thing not given as a whole, girls don't know how to laugh and men cry. They hide your eyes, long sleep, can't eat eggs, because in his world were hatched from them.

On the stairway he meets a neighbour, a dark girl with glasses that warn that waiting for him.
"Such a petty girl with great hair," say neighbor, closely considering sticking out over his ear feather. Of course, it is terribly surprised when the bear unsociable-hard-in-the dentures suddenly grab her and kiss right on the stairs, like some drunken lunatic. "And in the cap of the pen! - will emphasize it every time, talking about it. - Red nose, eyes crazy, and in the cap big feather!" She never admits that neighbor on the floor at that moment, seemed to her the most beautiful person in the world.

Boys, don't believe that in heaven there are no trees and cones. Do not believe that there is some clouds. Believe me. Because I'm an old bird. And milk teeth replaced for a long time. So long ago that I do not remember their smell.
Our thoughts are with you always. Your Dad Is A Vulture.

The house requires a patient relationship. Secrets. Of respect and reverence. He accepts or not accepts, gives or robs, slips a fairy tale or a nightmare, kills, makes you look older, gives you wings... It's powerful and capricious a deity, and if it something does not like, is when trying to persuade with words. Have to pay for it.

- Well... - Black paused, as if afraid that he will kill again - ... in fairy tales sometimes there are good fairies and all. I have God knows what an interesting tale, but the fairy is also available. Not one. It seems that two of them, and two, as more precisely expressed... fairy or something? In General, they have a driver's license, and they offered me their assistance...
Everyone applauded, and I started thinking, who are these four fairies, where they came from and why would they help a Black, and the longer I thought about it, the less I liked it. They have nowhere to come from, except from Appearance, and I knew that the appearance of selfless fairies long been extinct.

- Ah, another paranoid smile, ' said the Sphinx, entering the bedroom. - One funny guy became more.
He looked at me, the Red bear, which I held, because he promised to guard, but did not manage to articulate it out loud, looked and turned away.

- Hey, I say the double - you what, grow up? Don't, and then you and I are not friends.

Approaching the star-shaped hole, reaches out in the frame of the glass knives, takes from the roof of a snow - fluffy and soft under the hard crust - and drink it with the palm of your hand.

In one [photo] was a Wolf. The guy who died in the early summer. <...> Skinny, with tousled hair, he looked askance. In one hand, unlit cigarette, the other on the strings of the guitar. Face serious, as if he knows what happened to him, although in reality, everyone has such a photo, which in the case of what you can say: "He knew," just because the person didn't deign to smile on time.