Book: Reflections Of ETERNA. Book 1. Red on red

Drink, young man. In the morning you will be so bad, so try to pull more out of the evening. And I'll sing you a song about the winds of the distant...

Lack of conscience and compassion are so easily confused with courage.

“Undoubtedly,” Proemperador agreed. “As I don’t remember who said, the question is whether it’s crazy enough to work.”

Manrik did not have time to answer. Savignac with a cry "Left-handed, and all his creatures, this is a shot!" - stretched out his hand in the direction of the fireplace. The three candles on the mantelpiece were extinguished.

- When we part to mutual pleasure, you with a clear conscience can lose any rings to any monkeys and fall into all puddles in a row, but as long as you are with me, you will not become someone else's prey. And pass it on to your buddies.
- I'll never say that!... I'm not a coward! Deacon blurted out and settled.
"But the others are cowards," Alva sealed, "as a Man of Honor, you must warn them of danger. However, do not warn, it's even more fun.

There is a bad in all good things and vice versa.

“Do you really think that duels exist for this? The sapphire eyes stared at the squire with some curiosity. - Interesting ... As you know, I have no honor and never had it, but I killed a whole herd of the noblest nobles in duels wholesale and retail. Brought me this Honor? No, of course ... And my rivals lost their lives, but Honor remained with them!

- Does the named Mallit love you? <... >
- I don't know. I've only seen it once. We didn't talk.
- Then you don't love her, but her face and your dream.

- Do you believe in signs?
Dick believed in signs, but a dead raven who never unraveled his claws, and a blue-eyed man in black with an impenetrable face...
- No, Monsignor, I don't believe so.
- Me too. Unfortunately.
Unfortunately?! Cansillier is right, Roque is on the verge of madness unless he has stepped over that line. Perhaps this was reflected in Deacon's face, or maybe the marshal just wanted to talk.
- It's weird that you still think death is terrible. If it were a sign, I would rejoice. The crow can not cope with the golden eagle, but this one was too stupid and young, and the raven did not miss it. He was supposed to die alone, but two died. Not to lose when it is impossible to win! There is no better sign and there can not be.

I'm better, sir, and luck is on my side. She, like any whore, like the villains and the military, and I'm both.