Author of quotes: Natalia Turchaninova

Christophe was the first to jump on a boulder, with a jerk pulled Vivian up. Disciple stood beside him, looking at the distraught space around. Instinctively looked at his watch - cataclysm lasted for seven minutes and didn't seem to end.
Time, - said the sorcerer in response to the silent anxiety of the student. He hours wore fundamentally and therefore delay never worried.

- You think nobody does anything for nothing?
"Unfortunately," smiled Felicia, I know too well human nature. Us is always driven by the desire for gain, and what the benefits will be expressed, solves every man for himself - the satisfaction of curiosity, expectation of response, courtesy, praise, or admiration, material rewards or moral self soothe.

Each of us has limits beyond which we cannot go.

What happened to the rest of the creatures of the Founder?
- They killed their own children - blood brothers like you. Put to death, put to sleep, paralyzed.
- But why?!
- Gods should look like humans, he must have a smile, Paula felt a bitter smile in his voice. - Otherwise, they will fear and hate. And we needed your love and trust.

Your family may be alive, ' murmured betalas. - No need to panic ahead of time.
But Lorian didn't panic. He was in despair. <...>
They prevented me, he said in a hollow voice. - I wanted to be free. To do what you want. No one held accountable. And now I'm free.
I felt his desperation, which every moment grew stronger. He thought bitterly that haven't been home, <...> so they did not prevent him to live his dangerous, but very interesting life. Rarely called, confining himself to meaningless formal phrases, and was able not to think about them until the next phone call. And now there was no one to call. And I stand here, have shared with him his grief.

Grange sitting at the window, I remembered an old legend that the firmament created by the ancient gods from the skull of a giant, fallen in battle with them. And the stars and the sun are wound received during the battle, and through them shines the everlasting light beyond the world...

Sister reminded Miklos hare narkomankoy of old tales, who hid in a bear den. The Fox could only lick because contact with the bear itself is more expensive.

Over the black earth is still flying flakes of ash. The clearing was littered with embers, which ran green sparks fading advertently magic. Christoph, rather exhausted by the battle, was sitting on a fallen tree trunk. His foot covered the spiked vine, not to give the sorcerer opportunity to stand. Balsa on the move dispelled it in the trash.
- You had a good run here - he nodded to the master of Death.
- Didn't expect to see you, Miklos, ' replied the sorcerer and with the help of Greg rose to his feet.
- You're also arrogant, ' replied Mr. Balsa. - Where's the "I'm so glad you came" and "good night, notater"? However, don't bother. I've managed to understand that deep down you're happy to see me.

- If you have a bad day, you shouldn't take your anger out on strangers, she said already a bit friendlier. <...> So, really bad day? - asked the girl, coming with him to the Elevator.
- Looking to compare, ' said Valentine, shifting the heavy pack in the other hand. - Bad was the last seven years. But compared to the last hideous months they're very good. And date next to it - just lousy.
The girl laughed merrily:
- You seem like a loser with the experience.

... when you know how actually the world works... you lose the illusion.

In our time, caution should be observed not only in words but also in thoughts.

For the artist's thoughts there are no limitations, neither time of day nor time, nor distance.

- Do you think that before the world was cleaner?
- That's exactly the word! Much cleaner. And less flawed, despite the fact that half the population died due to poor hygiene! TV, all this mediasauce multiplied by money, profits and an empty ring, led to complete degradation, which was not even in the days of my youth, when many ran through the woods in dirty skins and break each other's skull the old-fashioned Mace. At that time there was no sickness in the minds. People, despite the filth of the flesh, was clean.

Thoughts he returned to Grange that created him so many problems. It was just a wonder why she still died from the hiccups.