Author of quotes: Anna Gale

The oldest story in the world - the man promised stupid girl's wedding and life as a cheese in butter. Never understood that to be a good cheese in oil - it always eat and quickly.

Pair off the ground and the bullet flew to go into the world of humans.
- Janka, shut your mouth, softly laughed the friend. They're vampires, they usually move.
And sleep in coffins? And why go during the day?
They sunlight is not harmful just a bit unpleasant. So I try to stay in the shade or walk in the twilight, as it is now. About the coffins I do not know. I think it's a joke really ancient vampires, modern prefer a bed, if you want to hibernate.

- Why did you bring a cot and their belongings? Gathered here to settle?
- Of course not, - grinned the magician. - I do not like a rented apartment, they lack the warmth, comfort, love of home. And the house, such things are not tolerate and respond to temporary tenants the same.
I remember the garbage that was lying around the bucket in his kitchen, and scattered around the room thing.
- Do you think you more comfortable?
- Me "Yes," shrugged the magician. - Get up, Breakfast I have already warmed up.

A jet of flame sprang into the air. In the dark sky clearly drawn silhouette: a powerful body, huge, slow flapping membranous wings, a mouth, spewing fire. The red dragon silently made a circle over the cliffs. I watched in awe as he turns to him like a tail and moves in the direction of the village. To reach the cliffs, you have two days travel over rough roads, through the hills and ravines. The dragon was approaching quickly, he was not detained nor steep climbs and descents or the fast mountain streams.
What do I do?! Standing in plain sight on top of a hill, in front of the cliff! And suddenly the dragon hunting that night was out? In all the stories dragons girls stole!
I rushed away from the clearing, towards the village. No time to drink, you don't! Got to sleep in the tree, clung to the trunk light. The dress I am wearing a white, blonde hair. May not notice me dragon? The sweet smell of flowers in the dream-wood of thought fills my head, the knees stiff, the fingers in the bags with pyrethrum so gripping that his hands cramped. Here flying dragon above the cliff rose higher in the dark sky, again descended a little, and again soared into the clouds. High above the dream-swept tree, did not notice. In the village flew.

- Interestingly, the exorcists exist? And can any of them really help?
Hey, we agreed that we'd be together till the end, - plaintively reminded the voice.
If I don't get the funds to get rid of you, we also did Marina. But I hope that this means there.