Character: The reynmar von Belau

- We had another priest, but it is quite weak, fall ill. He died. Under the Duszniki him I buried. Two Sundays ago.
And you left... - Ranean cleared his throat. And we are left out, without spiritual joy?
- There is vodka.

The blockade must be broken. And Prokop break it. At the event, if possible, to reverse the backbone of Silesia. With a crunch. So that hurt for a hundred years.
And only in this whole thing? disappointedly asked Ranean. - Only in this? And the mission? And the debt? And the bearing of the true word of God? But the struggle for the true Apostolic faith? For ideals? Social justice? For a new better world?
- Well of course! Horn raised his head, smiled, corners of his lips. - For that, too.

- However, what should be, will be. Can not change destiny.
But fate can be controlled.
- It is, frankly, I'm counting - admitted Volochek. - The magician, of course, told me at the duck offal long life and prosperity, then die in glory and honor, and a big funeral. But on this occasion I'm not going to rest on its laurels and passively wait for that by the happiness. I want to control destiny.

- When it comes to the good things, units are not taken into account. If thanks to this great thing Bowl can make the step to victory, if it should be a stone on the hill of our final triumph... I'm willing to sacrifice.
- Long ago, - said Mamun, it turns out, not sleeping, a long time ago I haven't heard anything as stupid.

When he emerged from the darkness, you didn't even flinch. Your voice didn't tremble. And then when you talked to him, then... just amazed... it was... a creature of the Night. Non-Human... Alien...
Zawisza the Black from Garbova looked long at him.
I know a lot of people... - he said finally, very seriously - a lot of people, much more alien to me.

Even crazy enterprise can be, if you SUMASSHESTVIE by deliberate plan.