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“I love you like the son I’ll never see.” Sleep well...

You are pitifully funny with your stolen bags of seeds on pack horses, with a handful of grain, with those crumbs that you intend to survive on. And with your mission, which only serves to distract your thoughts from impending doom. After all, you know that this is already the end. Nothing will rise and be born on the plateaus, nothing will save you. But you are durable, you will live a long, very long time in your own and arrogantly chosen isolation, weakening, few in number, more and more embittered. And you know what's going to happen, Filavandrel. Do you know that then desperate youths with the eyes of centennial elders and faded, childless and sick, like Toruviel, the girls will lead to the valleys those who can still hold the sword and bow in their hands. You will descend into the flowering valleys to meet death, wishing to die with dignity, in battle, and not in beds, on which anemia, tuberculosis and scurvy will tumble you. And then, long-liver Aen Seidhe, you will remember me. Remember that I felt sorry for you. And you will understand that I was right.

A soul without thought is like a sword without a warrior.

As long as there is a blade that takes lives.
There will be a blade that preserves them.

- No, - Heinrich answered, smiling, - I am only wiser than my predecessors. What good is it to take a horse and a sword from a man who is deprived of everything? Pick up a few coins from the village squire, who will then turn into a beggar and intriguer? The king must defeat his enemies, and the common people of England are not his enemies.

Once I was in a monastery, and the elder said one very good thing. He said that the demon, and in general evil, must be conquered by non-recognition. It seems to me that this does not always work, more often I would use a sword and sharper tools, but when this is not required, non-recognition is a very good tool in the fight against the evil that works against us.

For a woman, she is a sword and a shield;

Minya's will was a blade forged by the screams of two dozen dying babies - forged by screams and hardened with blood, like a red-hot sword dipped into water with a hiss.

I carry my sword in my hand, but you carry your sword in your heart, where no one can take it from you.

- Nothing, I'll risk it. Sharpened the sword quickly!

“Detective, this is clearly not the time to study the heavenly rules, but yes - the sword is really on fire.

- No. Michael killed Dan to make you feel guilty. And then, after your death, you will go to Hell. So that I go there like the obedient devil.

- His Serene Highness the Bishop of L'Aquila.

You throw yourself into battle even when it is not necessary, ”the lion tamer sighed. - Remember that you are strong. And beware of your own strength. The one who holds the sword obeys the sword, and not vice versa, as you may think. And sooner or later, the one who holds the sword will definitely stain his hands with blood. There is no way to avoid this.