“Asa, don’t start an old conversation…”- The conversation will continue until there are no unavenged men and women left in our village! Asa blurted out. - And all the shavs will not sit on a leash, as befits shavs.“In our house, the D'ah covenants are sacredly observed, Asa. You don't have to worry.“I can’t see something…” the Harger muttered and glared at the door, but did not try to enter. Vassa looked down at his belt, at the hilt of the dagger that he always had with him. But Asa's hand made no attempt to touch him. The father's hand also did not touch his own. Vassa sighed.“K'hul soon,” Musa said, conciliatory. - We will discuss all the issues there. On a cold head“If yours,” Asa grimaced. “The k'hul will make it this far.“Then the judgment of the d'ahs will be done,” Musa nodded. “But the southerner is strong. He killed a barefoot alone and lost a lot of blood. Neither you nor I can repeat this.- Yes. But that rat was the work of your harg. And not just Yuvasa, whom you p

Now take care! Like this. Go ahead, you better not ask about who you just blocked the way - you still won't believe it. Don't turn around. An unfortunate accident - this happens once in a billion lives.You'd better not look around. Billions of different creatures from billions of different worlds are rummaging here, lost here out of stupidity or self-interest. Many have long lost the remnants of their former mind and wander aimlessly. Better not be like them, listen.Here we are closer. Now take a closer look. You can take a closer look at the Flower . See the dark spots on its leaves? Yes, you guessed it, there are many. So many. And it will get even bigger with time. From these leaves, swarms of various crazy creatures gather, which can no longer live in their home. Some run from leaf to leaf, looking for shelter, or answers to the riddle of how to fix the trouble that came to their home. Or how to save this house so that the local inhabitants do not suffer a bitter fate. All in va

He took out the last cracker from his bag, dried up, almost stone, put half in front of the cat, half he threw into his mouth. Breaking his teeth on him, he picked up the bag and poured a few crumbs into his palm, licked it off with his tongue. With an empty and miserable bag he covered the cat, who did not even think of touching the cracker. I completely forgot about the fire and simply, grimacing from the dull pain in each vertebra, leaned back on my back in order to somehow relax. Bruises and bruises sang a plaintive ballad about his ridiculous fall, which will have to listen to for a very long time. Although Sareth understood that he himself was to blame for his sores, he involuntarily connected the fall with the obstinate structure, which was in no hurry to part with the guest so easily.There was still a wall before my eyes and in my thoughts. Only she.Neither the noise of the breeze, nor the singing of birds, and even less human voices, could be heard from the silent battlemen

Alyssa was just a master at weaving charms and whispering various ailments, and the tongue was sharp, an infection. I, like many in the village, I remember, ruffled by the scruff of the neck. He will beckon with his eyes, and remove him with his tongue. D'ahgers from all around her walked around her like rams around a wedge. And, you know, she laughs and makes fun of everyone - no one could take her, she twisted her legs and arms for everyone. She refused everyone, even Khalsa slapped her at first without salty slurping, as if she doused him with water. She ridiculed the messengers when they sent them to their house every now and then. Nothing took her. Wind, and only.The old man fell silent for a moment, blowing smoke - he looked and looked somewhere after his memories.- Apparently, Khalsa somehow won her hand ...“Yes, I didn’t miss it, old wolf,” grandfather nodded. Apparently it was destined for him. And I remember what a stately fellow Khalsa was in his youth. He was then alrea

- So what? – psoglava shrugged. - Gone. They wanted to devour it, of course, but their indefatigable hunger took its toll. They are very hungry for grub, but they do not like to hunt for a long time. They see that food is not given to them, they will wait, wait, their stomach will growl and begin to digest itself. They will immediately groan and cry, and they will leave to look for those who do not look under their feet. Grandmother sat a little longer, waited for fidelity. Then she went down and home. Then the whole district spoke about her: where has such a thing been seen - a girl, but she escaped from the Khamers. My grandmother also taught me to climb trees, by the way. I was four years old, and I already jump faster than all the guys on refs. And my grandmother runs after me and yells obscenities for warning, and in her eyes there is only laughter and pride: “My granddaughter. It won't disappear!"“So you remember, bloodsucker,” Kisha finally got up, creaking her vertebrae. “If