Дивосміт. Покликання Морріґан Кроу

- Бывают на свете и героические хамы, и приятные трусы.

Бывают на свете и героические хамы, и приятные трусы.

Нельзя же быть хуже самых худших людей на свете.

Быть особенной тяжко, быть особенной опасно, ей ли не знать?

Из того, что сохранилось, люди склонны запоминать самое плохое.

Jupiter made a space on the sofa for Morrigan to sit, delicately removing items of rubbish and placing them in the trash… then he got carried away and spent the next forty minutes tidying, wiping down surfaces, and making the room as habitable as he possibly could. He didn’t ask Morrigan to help, and Morrigan didn’t offer. She wasn’t touching this health and safety hazard with a ten-foot pole.

One thing you all should know about me: I've got very high biscuit standards.

I have no time for childish problems. Should any arise, you will either take them up with your unit conductor, or squash them deep down in the pit of your soul where they shall no longer bother you. Have I made myself clear?

Her voice made Morrigan think of a sheet of glass: perfectly smooth all along its surface, with a sharp edge concealed at the end.

She’d never met Israfel in her life and yet she couldn’t bear the thought that he was unhappy. She felt a strange urge to give him a biscuit. Or a puppy. Something.

Morrigan didn’t like the sound of the Goal-Setting and Achieving Club for Highly Ambitious Youth, which met on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday evenings, and all day Sunday. But she thought she could probably get on board with Introverts Utterly Anonymous, which promised no meetings or gatherings of any sort, ever.

Какая радость от волшебства, если совать нос за кулисы?