Character: Selena. Page 1

Heather gently pulled me by the hair.
I angrily shook his head, taking the scythe.
- Behave like a boy! You would have me sack with scrolls on the head whacked.
- Atmosphere - complacently agreed Veres, on the move, drawing me to him and kissing the edge of his lips. - So Mature?
- Well... that's better, - I relented. For sixteen-year-old will fit. Anything older got?
A sorcerer with a straight face pulled out of the air Cup, which splashed something transparent and suggested it to me.
Is what? - I did not understand.
- Water. That there is someone in old age to apply. What? Already too much?

And did you like it?! - Dragon already dropped serebrisky and followed her under the table, with an eye on Virro, only hissing bursting with its terms. Oh, gods, did this nothing can charm a woman?! What a nightmare - mind, courage, strength, and beauty does not count - enough crooked nose!
- You see, the Darkness, and condescending I noticed, twisting the scythe in front of a vacant mirror - from all of the above he, unlike you, has at least a nose.

smart enemies will always find a common language. And they will be friends against stupid

You never know who has what weaknesses, friends we choose for dignity and they are usually a lot more.

... I find it easier to hide the fangs, than to prove to everyone that they are on me.

I have nothing to do - hard to argue with a fool... smart would be the first time listened.

That these enemies are different from friends. Yourself you will not regret, if only you stuff to deliver!

Well, where we are afraid, we have nothing to fear!

From such wolves and to run not ashamed...

... sometimes I feel like I'm climbing a cliff. Frantically clinging to a little conspicuous pits, with blood on my hands, the whole body pressed against cold stone, and me - grey indifferent sky and a piercing scream soaring above the abyss of the hawk.
And if I for a moment to relax, feeling under the feet broad, and seemingly reliable bench, as he suddenly cracks and smaller chips, dropping into the abyss, leaving me generally without any support.
Good luck. Friendship. Love. Debt.
Granite stones rattling down the slope.
Nothing is durable. Nothing eternal.
And better rock climbing with claws, ruthlessly planting them whenever you gap.
And never look back.
They are still not back. And I will not return...

I'm not a pessimist. I'm cold, tired, hungry optimist.

A strange desire to talk shit to him grew into an urgent need