Author of quotes: Andrei Belyanin

There is nothing more mysterious than the human soul.

Strength is not always an equivalent synonym for freedom.

If you can't fight back, give up. In the end, not to give the enemy to kill you so completely destroy his plans, and this is a small victory.

If you want to be unquestioningly respected by your subordinates, never run! Failed of its own accord because of the terribly important cases without haste and bustle on the third space, then everything will be fine.

- Say uncle: starsthe.
- I'll tell him die!

Ed, are you with me?
- No. Yes. I haven't decided yet! I have mood swings.
- Then catch up.

In this country, all willing to fall into a swoon. They have such a tradition. Queen Lochama was a rare exception. No fainting, no Astahov no slipping on the floor... She screamed like he saw a Ghost. Although, if you look... someone just threw flowers on my grave...

From under her eyelashes Dampier slipped reflections of Salem fires.

- Ed. Fucking carodejnice for neelyville place! Are you gonna help or not?!
- I will! And don't you dare yell at God!

Asgard has been destroyed. The ancient gods, or what was left of them, begging crumbs of interest by about a dozen serious historians, Yes, ever changing crowd of young fans, with equal fervor wearing around his neck the sign of the Rotation, the hammer of Thor or a copy of the one Ring...

- Our soldiers go around and take the village in a pincer movement, blocking things out. Take no prisoners!
- And when we took them, sire?
Good question. Rhetorical. Does not require a response. I love these.

- You have a squirrel came, the text messages brought! nasty cartoon voice warned my cell phone.
Helga somehow naustralia my phone all sorts of jokes, baubles and gadgets. Personally, I used to, I'm the father, but the passengers in the taxi a couple of times for urgent stop when the entire cabin had heard the roar of a Tyrannosaurus Rex - the call of the teacher.

I'm not arguing.
- In the dispute dies, the truth, and the strongest wins, the dual summed up my mouthy horse, whose lips never touched the iron to fish.

Black master held out a staff with a skull to her face:
- Kiss!
- What?!
- Etch the first kiss of consecration to the eternal symbol of death! - explained the leading present Satanists nodded.
I don't want to kiss him! - firmly said the girl. - Dug up who knows where...
- It is plastic, from the medical school, - angrily hissed the master.