Book: Smage

Whiskey plated with silver.
Beauty? The ugliness?
Evil competes with good
For the birthright.
Oh, soon to me a goat,
Not enough nor good nor evil...

No, your honor, I'm not crazy. I'm under oath.

Magic to him, son of a bitch, wanted! It's the people, understand? People! Fools, of course... to Kill them for their stupidity? To spoil? To glasite?! They're for the children are going through. This, with an axe, a daughter is lost! Oh, you... magic-Smage...

Alraun could hardly resist not to ask: "Is that an order, sire?"
He already knew: it's worse than the order. It's a hint.

- The winners are not judged.
- Of course, my friend! Who dares to judge the winners! Execute them without trial!

Hope of success, said aloud or conceived of out of place, cut the thing at the root of much better "evil eye".

As a result of some accident, which he remember not loved, having on the forehead a heavy clay mug and not one, but several in a row, Andrea was granted enlightenment.

The resistance of the defect is a boon, the ascetic was patient and told us all the evil comes from women, and so on.