Book: Wolfhound. The world is on the way

In fact, we hunger for is not good or evil, but of strength. Someone that thirst is stronger, someone muffled, but no one is deprived of it altogether. Is the power of the warrior, the power of beauty, the actor, the priest, the Emperor, artisan, singer... And everyone deep down knows that no force will be without work, hardship and pain. Someone is afraid to raise the pain and hardships, and the other is not afraid to deliver them to others. That makes all the difference.

- Can you imagine the flayer curse and a rapist opened my eyes in the morning and was pleased to think: Oh, what a villain, what a rotten and black, my soul!
Wolfhound honestly tried to imagine. Failed.
- And never will - nodded steppe priestess. All are born pure and kind, all called the nurse and asked not blood, and milk... And after, even when they do terrible crimes, each for himself - right and good. So we come up with sophisticated excuses, only amazed, and in order to get on with his own conscience. If this ceases to happen, the person climbs in a loop.

What happy childhood, never be forgotten.

He stopped to watch the mummers and began to consider the people. The audience, at least, have experienced no simulated and real feelings. They where curious to look.

Be present in everything you do, no matter how insignificant that thing may seem.

Do not boast that you are strong, you will meet more strong.

When the promise of fruit without works is a lie.
On easy way you reward yourself will not find.

- We, - said the Wolfhound, say so: if he screwed up, to the advisers do not blame.

When it hurts, always think that the current pain is forever. But it passes.

Amazing your prayer, ' said Grotesken.
All turned to him, and he explained:
- You haven't asked for his Deity - thought and added: - do not claim superiority of the Moon over the faith of other...

If you go through at least half of what is able to throw the life, to forget how completely surprised.

Even I want to give up at every step,
I am of those who believe in me to draw can't.

You can hit a cleaver on a log. And a log on the log splitter. The result will be one: log crack.

Who the battle is with death, that it just is, and we came to win.