Book: A trap for the necromancer

I would have to be the best wife... to meet him at the threshold, to represent the diligent housewife and passionate lover, to make pleasant surprises, to conduct soul-saving conversations... And maybe it only delayed the inevitable for a year or two...

It was all so beautiful that I started to worry: what do I have to pay a fortune for such a generous loan?..

Food is necessary for all humans, and fire, and love. So, we can say that our marriage is bent from hunger.

We lived together for seven years... We loved each other for three years, and respected for two...

That's for sure: in any shit you can to find the bright side

This sugar stinking me half a head demolished!
- Nonsense, you still haven't used it.

In a critical situation, able leadership is more valuable than personal courage

Maybe from a religious point of view, and correct to prevent evil, but with everyday life is to punish him is much more interesting!

Heather gently pulled me by the hair.
I angrily shook his head, taking the scythe.
- Behave like a boy! You would have me sack with scrolls on the head whacked.
- Atmosphere - complacently agreed Veres, on the move, drawing me to him and kissing the edge of his lips. - So Mature?
- Well... that's better, - I relented. For sixteen-year-old will fit. Anything older got?
A sorcerer with a straight face pulled out of the air Cup, which splashed something transparent and suggested it to me.
Is what? - I did not understand.
- Water. That there is someone in old age to apply. What? Already too much?

- Master Sacharski, and you will have to retake to come? - jumped to the Veres dark-haired boy about fifteen years old.
- Right to set-off another two weeks - surprised the sorcerer.
I am just in case - hazy said the adept. - And how many times you can re-take?
- And you teach the "just in case" did not try? - I asked sarcastically.
Adept puzzled scratched his head. Apparently, this method of taking tests was new to him.

Welcome... must be terrible... So evil feared.

You see, to bask in the hearth, it is necessary to constantly throw in his firewood. And most men, alas, think that once is enough to ignite the flames - and it's done, it will glow forever. But food is necessary for all humans, and fire, and love.

Of course, Besnik not so out of his mind to invite to the tavern trollage minstrel. Its just kick, nobody could. Near the right hand of the mighty talent, right across the table, laying the sword-Ufa, valid for the public much more convincing magical power of art.

Trolly folk instrument resembled a stubby paddle with four strings and was called "besdin". About those sounds he was making.