Book: Seven blades in the dark

But a lie? ... A lie is skillfully woven. It is mined from darkness, forged, honed to perfection. The lies are excellent. People love her.

No matter what the operas rubbed in, death without a desire to change what has been lived means that you initially had no hopes for the best. When people die, they regret what they always wanted but never did.

They go through war, pain, suffering, continuing to stubbornly adhere to traditions, because of which they are unable to recognize love for each other. And you wonder why they can't just pick up and open up, but then it won't be their love anymore. And just ordinary courtship.

Do not be afraid of those who prowl around the house. They can only kill. Fear those inside - they can hurt.

Intelligence like hers is a curse. The more you understand the world, the less you trust it.

“If you want to end our argument right now, do not hesitate to direct it at me.

People are wounds. They hurt and bleed. Some did not last long. Some will not stop until you force them.

Some you barely notice, they heal quickly, without a trace. Others, deep, heal badly, and you carry the scars for the rest of your days. And you constantly tear others apart. [...] Although you know very well that you shouldn't do it.

If you are lucky, you will meet many people who will be pleasant to touch. If you are very lucky, you will meet several people whose touch will be pleasant to you. And if you are really lucky, you will meet one, the very one, from whose touch you seem to straighten up and breathe more freely, as if before that you hunched over your whole life and did not even notice it.

And third: if you are going to finish off, it is better to make the shooter look you in the eye.

In the end, if you want to know what a person is made of, you need to look into his face and hear him pronounce your name.

If a person has even a drop of intelligence, he will instantly remove this weapon.

First, watch what he does when the weather turns bad.