Character: Veres

- Heather, have I ever told you you arrogant, haughty and unbearable type?
- Twenty times. But if it makes you happy - could you repeat one more time, I will gladly listen!

Are you gonna leave a woman weak at the mercy of the ghouls? I put the bags on the ground, and looked around, making sure nobody's watching, climbed over the fence and over the ends of the butt alternately took the logs to the side, freeing the passage.
- Yes, the ghouls really have to regret, I agreed Veres.

Time? Place?! Warlock, your brains, not bones should be treated! You, by the way, not in a Royal Palace during five fences were down, and the werewolf in the lair of the tips he gave!
- I mean, - calmly confirmed Veres. - If it can not be worse, hence, we can safely hope for the best! Give me another cake, eh?

The expression "virgin" of the ancient Chronicles meant a pure soul woman, usually a nun or slightly blissful, and not her personal life!

Is the most stupid plan you just proposed.
- These usually work.

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?

- She's not just a werewolf... - much worse...
Is there?
- She's a woman, sepulchral said the sorcerer. - It is incurable and no potions...