Character: Laith. Page 1

Why is something made with your own hands always brings a warm feeling than shamelessly use all sorts of bunglers type of IKEA, selling under the guise of clumsy furniture designers "do it yourself".

- Attention! The king Basilisks gained flesh!
The horror of ancient times back in our reality, the world will never be the same!
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Shamefully sitting on my ass and spitting blood from the broken fragments of ribs of light, I cocked his head, looked at the edifice of the King of Kings. The Japanese have a holiday today - they love these kind of gigantuan...
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Sweep around hard look snake eyes, creature unerringly found me among the thousands of intelligent and smooth movement of the hole brought the booth to my face. Vertical pupils groped my opinion, and a steel hammer struck the mind, trying to subdue his will and get obedient, though a bit degenerative of a slave. Protection from mental pressure has spread rotten rag, the power of Progresa lost to the king of Kings, from the loan of crutches was only one hamster - wheezing, cornered, but "for his" ready to fight even with all the bright Pantheon. I infinitely ancient creature... one... One Basilisk inspired me the status of a weightless mote, miraculously caught in the eyes of the Lord. I slowly reached for the Staff, and figure out how to cut through the eyeball, hold out for recess century by pouring tons of muddy slurry, and then penetrates inside the ancient head and begin to slice the brain into thin slices... the King blinked, tugged at her upper lip and slowly looked away.
You're strong, intelligent! Recognize for you the right to personally appeal to the King of Kings! the alarm sounded in my head.

The meditation ended unexpectedly - the soul demanded first prayers not so much to the Unnamed, much to the Forces of Balance. I didn't ask for unconditional victory, do not seek death enemies. Justice - I don't! Where have you seen over a month to put together a coalition capable of resisting state power in the most democratic country in the world and the invading army of five zeros on the end? Time, itch Seraphim down your throat, give me time! Then really I do! With my forces well to partisans, but we also strongly put in the defense for the decisive battle wall to wall. The battle format, which solves a number and not a maneuver.

Stas squinted eyes signature of the investigator:
- I look at you and think: how such a smart-ass? Give you a toilet and digging stick, so you're flinging shit to the bottom and you will find a chest of gold! Your grandfather accidentally on the supply cords are not traded?
- Yes sho you already know is that I had not told you? - Odessa with a distinct accent progundosil me.
- Schaub you lived like cry the Blues! not to be outdone by the NKVD.

Not to wrinkle your brain, all considered a powerful hurricane, to carry out the orders of a senior!

If destiny gave you the opportunity to walk - so not sharky, hunched over like a limp creature: millions of amputees dream to do a single step, appreciate what you have! Cultivate a steel rod in my spine will not bend in life, wear your tower proudly!

... now I understood perfectly, than bribing their followers all kinds of dark deities. Banal need for power, power and game instincts. Own insignificance, but you cringe with envy at the sight of a mighty warrior? On the altar it! So, at the time, not weak frolic medieval Inquisition, spending serious work on gene correction of the population. Still, if hundreds of years to declare every pretty girl a witch, the output will receive the same fear and horror that in enlightened Europe called modern women.
And it is so hard not to give in to temptation - you refused rustic beauty - she's a witch! And the Holy Catholic brother challenged him and passion as you want to get the victim in the torture basement, to undress, letting the lustful drool, shave the whole body very carefully to see it, in the search for devil's marks.

Through the window, which opened into an unknown layer of reality, looked fun and, in my opinion, slightly tipsy face of the goddess. Carefully glance at Eric, she smiled at him encouraging.
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My thoughts were interrupted by a hoarse exhalation Eric.
- What kind of woman... he was clearly impressed by a passing vision.
Damn, I hope this is not the effect of the initiation, the failure of the tower and youth unconditional love? Just in case warned of the warrior:
Eric, at her Unnamed - eyes, so you're lip, then rolled up and then he Fallen for you, not happy you will be.
- Yes? - Latter-day priest looked cautiously upwards, then shook off his shoulders the assailant heavenly snow and has cut back: - I was just purely aesthetically checked out. The fallen, of course, need him a woman... ugh, the goddess not just to find...
Stas just disapprovingly shook his head.
- Eric, I give you a couple of times per day lay the spell of silence? It is God, the healthier you will be, you only will benefit. Because if not me, then some offended deity will make you dumb in the first game.

- General, have you considered the possibility of dedication of the personnel of the clan Makarii and offered to pay two million. Right?
Skull raised one eyebrow, silently asking about the source of information, not confirming nor denying it said. Stas only incentive smiled, go ahead, they say.
I took a deep breath, and with a tone of movie hero "Gena Bobkov is me!" said
- A dark Priest of whom you wrote is me!

Responsibility... that's what scares us. Whole life we run from it otmazyvayas in school and University from assignments and symbolic positions, afraid to start a family and start a business, not daring to talk to a girl or to break the nose of an eagle presumptuous guest... Maybe enough to run?

Tanya elicited from me the latest news, groaned and gasped. For anxiety could see the pride in their own choices - her boyfriend lies on the couch, and turns and produces, looking for opportunities and implementing them. Was flattered. However, consistent expressions of confidence in your partner, support its endeavors and feelings of self-importance is one of the components of a happy marriage. Many women do not understand such simple truths, and then wonder why their "John" for half of my life sitting on their butts not trying to change anything in the swamp of everyday life.

Saying goodbye to the guys and smiling plain old jokes on the topic of marital debt, picked up the returning elf in his arms and carried her to the room. Behind came the applause. The elf buried his nose to my jacket and blushed slightly. At the door put girl to her feet and lightly pushed inside.
- Oh, what's that?! - opened the eyes of the elf.
In the intimate dim light of the room shimmered red, green, and blue flame torches of true flame. The floor and the bed was strewn with flowers, and on the table stood a large basin, barely audible Naivasha sad song.
With a view of a real guide I began to indicate with his hands.
- Torches of True Flame, NKVD had them in my little hands didn't tear off. Wildflowers, collection of Romantic Mood, my recipe. And finally, the Singing Shell from the island of the Sirens. You may have heard that male sirens absolutely brainless, and shell have learned how to copy the mating song of the females, luring the foolish men fish and fruit, in the form of tokens to the ladies. They say that the siren song of marriage acts on the subconscious in the most mysterious way, stimulating sexual pleasure.
The eyes of the elves shone in the firelight, his nostrils greedily swollen, and a sharp tongue licked her bright lips. One elusive, accessible only to the women's movement, and the dress slid to her feet.

When people in the pub has nothing, tired, and she sat opposite, resting his chin with his palm and gazed thoughtfully at me with wet, shiny and slightly drunken eyes. She reached up to my ear and quietly whispered:
- Wait a minute, I to reconnect. I have two more hours of represence, in full immersion, left... Show me your stamp collection.
And walked away, swinging her hips in the direction of the ladies room.
On the third floor we climbed together...

OK, thanks for help, anyway... - she hesitated.
- Don't be silly, every normal person a girl would fit. And as for the other - and at the throat can break.
Tanya raised her head and looked me in the eye:
Other?
- Hey, what are you doing? - I picked up her fragile hands. - Of course, friends! Where doubt because of the drow this, or what?
- You were watching...
- TFU you... Well you know... I hesitated. - It's the body's chemistry. Miracle design technology plus pheromones, coupled with abstinence, a new body and a lot of bare flesh around.