Character: Stark

- Between the gun and the sword have nothing in common, ' said stark.
- No - replied Genji. And they are both just a continuation of the person who holds them.

I do not care. But if you want to fight, I'll stand to the last.

He opened his eyes:
- Then tell me what to do, my Queen. And I'll do it.
I ignored that kind of stuff as "my Queen". I mean, I heard how he spoke thus to me before when confronted Calonge. I slightly wondered whether it was before or after Kalona began to beat him on the head, and then I focused...

"I think the whole Scottish clan, class," said Jack.
"Still you did not think so," said Aphrodite. "The guys in the skirts of your dream".
"Kilt, not skirt," stark said. "Or a blanket. And speaking of really old, they called pelamar".
Aphrodite raised a blond eyebrow looking at him. "And you know this because you like to wear it?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I do not, but my grandfather wore."

"Where are we going?", - again asked stark.
"Well, okay, this place is like a dungeon. Smelling of mildew, with strict orders, and with a strange, somewhat fantastic decor, which is suitable for prison and hospital psihbolnyh, this place gives Damian to believe that he has died and gone to fucking heaven. So that guess myself."
"We go back in human high school?"
"Close," she said, her lips lifted in the hint of a smile. "We are in a very old library that desperately scouring "the herd of Crete".
Stark exhaled loudly trying not to laugh. Sometimes Aphrodite he kind of liked it - but he would never admit it.

- I'm scared, too, ' said stark.
- What?
- The girl's handbags. Rather, that stuff you shoved in there.

Hey, Zoe. Sorry, didn't see you. As always surrounded by boys? What's your talent ever to gather around him a crowd? - He had smiled indulgently and walked into the dining room, purposely Panov stark's shoulder.
- Want to see a trick? - with a sweet smile asked me, stark. I bet if I think about the jerk, and then release the arrow, it will go straight in my ass Eric?