Character: Maître Giras

Wow... <...> It still thinks! I do not understand, however, what place, but nonetheless.

Only the strong are able to admit their mistakes, and only the wise will not lie to yourself.

Absurd prejudices, mater, in the same unemotional noticed I then decided to add fuel to the fire: - However, they obsolete most difficult - human nature to cling to all sorts of nonsense.

- I thought that we had left debts.
- Your debts each defines for himself, barely noticeably shook his head a murderer. And for other people, fortunately, is not responsible.

Yes, I am honest, fair, gentle man. So I kill with a light heart and a clear conscience.

Over the years, old friends can become bitter enemies, while the enemies do not hasten to occupy the vacated space.

The intuition is born, first of all, from experience - taught my first mentor. And only a small part is due to natural abilities to foresee.

A good necromancer is never a bad temper. But he always knows how to spoil the mood of others.

They say necromancers don't joke. Not true. Just not everyone can understand our jokes.

... death can not sleep, no matter how try. It can only meet head-on, and then very politely to bow out while she's careful to sidestep your sharpened scythe that is twice the length of its own.

That's always live, live, you think you know about yourself everything, quietly rejoice that such a wonderful, and then along comes some wise guy and then finds you a serious drawbacks. And what really sucks is almost always right. Don't you think that it is unfair, a colleague?