Author of quotes: Galina Goncharova

- Girl, what did you do with your hands?
- Frostbite, ' I replied.
- Yes? And the shots from?
Is I frozen porcupine plucked, completely brutalized me.

Do you feel well enough?
- No. I feel just disgusting. It made me sick. And might vomit again. You.
- Will survive. In an extreme case - let's take a bath. Imagine - night, candles, bubble bath...
- ...I slip on the soap and fall on your head, breaking both legs.

- You bastard, you're still a - mused me.
Sadness in the voice of the werewolf instantly gave way to restrained laughter.
- On the stand, sweetheart.
And your ears are cold, the same pensive tone he continued I.
- Warm! Tail I swear!
Do not believe!
- My tail! I'm mortally offended!

I appeal to the human "you" in three cases. If the person is older than me, if I don't want to get close to him, that is, it is somehow unpleasant and, third, if I'm the man of respect.

- Did you miss us?
- Insanely...
We missed you too.
But the most important thing said two views.
Love you. It is nice to be home.
Love you. It's good to wait.
Happiness is not the walls and not the city. Happiness is loving and loved. And even for a necromancer, though he three times and four times the scary dark.
The main thing that he was waiting for and loved home.
A necromancer... what to do. This work...

All troubles are because of money. Either of their presence or absence. It is also said that from women, but it's amateurish point of view. Because money is a great aphrodisiac.

It's not murder. Fool to kill any of them. Drunk on rage...
In another case.
If you are internally not the killer - it will eat you. Simply corrode with acid and destroyed. Sooner or later, you will not be able to live with this burden on your soul. He will break out, and as it happens, in what form - rush knows. Murderers, necromancers are seen as clearly as ghosts, as demons. Yes, and some mages. Any taking of a life pulling out a piece of the aura. There remains or wound, or black.

Don't do debt. Especially those without which you can do.

Tasha sympathized with the bandit. Yes, the bastard. But he's not stupid, not overly cruel, don't get too greedy... in itself a good man, the word holds a little?
And how many of those correspond to this bar?
Hoshi, too, sympathized with the necromancer.
Yes, the bastard. But again, not stupid, not overly cruel, don't get too greedy... in itself a good man, the word holds a little?
Two hard pragmatics together. And we are going to work on.

Any person's fate can drive to the bottom. And anyone can break. But...
Gentility is inside. The nobility, moderation, good taste - if it is not, and never will be. Toad gold though stuck to, and still will croak.

Night gently hugged the shoulders of the necromancer. Caressing, concealing, binding him with shadows lurking in the corners...
Tashi slid through the streets.

The killer of Lara itself, and not remotely considered. If a person liked this kind of Lanti - why not? Let them drink.
Died?
A coronary?
Oh, what sorrow! I'm really crying...
Lari wasn't a monster. But I sincerely believed that if she is attacked, she has the right to protection. Isn't it?

- Tasha, I love you! You're a genius!
- Most importantly, repeat it to me often and then I forget. I'm just so scattered...

Lessio moaned through the unconscious, when Tasha began to pull teeth. But pain medication is not the same to spend on it? And in a well-bound patient for anesthesia is not needed. Tolerated.