
Ваша оценкаЦитаты
Kroshka_Dusya1 марта 2020 г.Его жизненно важные органы, похоже, уже давно не были для него жизненно важными.
0119
RamingoWS21 января 2018 г.There is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone.
090
RamingoWS20 января 2018 г.Brother Row you can trust. Trust him to lie, trust him to cheat, perhaps to betray. Most of all trust him to be true to what he is, a weasel, a killer in the dark, handy in the fight. Trust in all that and he will not disappoint.
086
RamingoWS20 января 2018 г.We`re built of contradictions, all of us. It`s those opposing forces that give us strength, like an arch, each block pressing the next. Give me a man whose parts are all aligned in agreement and I`ll show you madness. We walk a narrow path, insanity to each side. A man without contradiction to balance him will soon veer off.
082
RamingoWS20 января 2018 г.Roma hated nothing like it hated invention. A priest might order you burned for making free with some enchantment, but find the trick of a better steel, or rediscover some alchemy of the Builders, and they would have an expert spend all week killing you.
081
RamingoWS17 января 2018 г.There`s something about a fight that makes you forget your troubles. Mainly it`s that all your troubles are suddenly very small in the face of the new problems swinging yoru way with sharp edges on them.
084
RamingoWS17 января 2018 г.These things seem terribly important when you`re young. Matters of the heart and groin. They fill your world at eighteen. But believe me. When you`re the wrong side of forty-five and past is a bright haze... they`re more important still.
082
RamingoWS17 января 2018 г.Читать далееWith the narrow neck of the valley ahead of us, and the snowline glistening high above that, and the wind picking up, filching warmth with quick sharp fingers, and the men of Arrow panting and gasping as they closed the last few hundred yards, I lay on the rock and spoke through gaps to the dying man below.
"You shut your mouth, old man," I said.
"You`d need to dig me out to stop me," he gasped. "Or run away. And I`ve a mind you`re not running, not just yet." He coughed and tried to hide a groan. "You need to hear such words, Jorg. You need to know that you are loved, not just feared. You need to know it to ease what poisons you."
"Don`t."
"You need to hear." Again the cough.
"I`m coming back for you when this is done, Coddin. So don`t say anything you`ll regret, because I will hold it against you."
"I love you for no good reason, Jorg. I`ve no sons, but if I did I wouldn`t want them to be like you. You`re a vicious bastard at the best of times."
"Careful, old man. I can still stick a sword through this crack and put you out of my misery."
A Watch man screamed and fell to my left, an arrow through his neck. Just like Maical, but louder. Another shaft hit the rock behind me and shattered.
"I love thee for no good reason," Coddin said, falling back into some accent from wherever he was born, his voice weak now.
I could hear the stud of boots. Steel on steel. Shouts.
"...But I do love thee well."079
