- No, it's not like that. I don't care what Ada is or isn't capable of. Her… powers are news to me. In general, it seems to me that this is some kind of wild misunderstanding, and Khalsa is simply trying to strengthen his authority in the village. And to save the only son who is overcome by your curse.- Well, yes, this is undesirable ... - the grandmother stirred her bones. - And you are ready to kill this child, just to annoy Khalsa?“I don't care about Khalsa and his problems. I need my Ada.- Is that love? And just only?"That's my business," Kres grimaced.“No, it’s mine now,” the witch grinned. “I am a curious soul. Especially with regard to the echo of bygone days and those who once offended me.- Did I offend you?- You are not. But behind your back, I feel the hand of those who did everything so that I met my old age in a stinking swamp, using local savages.“If you mean that I supposedly carry out the will of the abels, then no,” Cres shook his head. “I am as much an exile f

Luke easily moved away from his seat and opened a black hole, in the depths of which anything could be.Cres wondered if he should jump blindly and if there was some surprise waiting for him there, like a hungry monster that the grandmother keeps on a chain. Involuntarily, a fabulous image of a dead man came to mind, who was in a hurry to have fun with the sleeping "beauty". Bolotikha noticed his doubts:- What do you think? Get down, it’s not high up there,” she waved at him. “If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t be scratching my tongue here all evening. Killing a person is not easy.Cres smiled bitterly, dangled his legs into the hatch and tried to feel at least something there. Finally, his toe rested on a rotten step. The candle was still useless, so we had to descend almost blindly. Already plunging into musty darkness, he expected with every creaking step that the hatch would slam over his head, and the ominous laughter of the accursed old woman would blow out the candle.But no,

She opened her eyes. Outside her lair was nothing but darkness and swirling snowflakes. It seemed that if she pulled her hand out now, it would freeze and uproot it in order to carry it into this ruthless blackness, where it would be swallowed up by the belly of one of those disgusting creatures that fill the most remote places. And what if she pulls the baby out into the open? Will the spirits be satisfied with this offering?..The wind howled and howled, long and viciously. It scourged the forest with its freezing breath, leaving nothing but a blizzard in its wake. Vikta closed her eyes and saw how the trees were uprooted and dragged somewhere beyond the horizon. And in their place is a vast icy desert, bound by eternal frost and darkness. Who will walk on it? Silent, hunched creatures who will continue to search for the one who made the world this way. And they won't stop until they've dug up every inch of this deformed land. Until they dig into every snowdrift and into every hole,

A low, annoying rumble hurt his ears, as if a fly the size of a horse hovered over Vassa's head. He couldn't make out what the noise was after their steps, nor where he and the Pied Piper were now. A gust of icy wind was asking for a gust in the face, the creaky floorboards at one moment gave way to something soft and sticky. A few more steps and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. Suddenly he heard voices, a lot of voices. A continuous hubbub of hundreds of men. They were talking in unison, getting excited and interrupting each other. Iron rattled, throats were torn, the floor was shaking from the clatter of hundreds of feet. The screams were getting closer.And it was a glorious battle! shouted the voices in unison.Vassa saw in front of him some play of weak lights and tried to catch them with his fingers, but his hand only scared them away. Then the fingers stumbled on something hard, heavy and covered with wool. It gave a little under pressure and went to the side. Bright lig

“Yuvasa died through his own fault,” Musa said. - He ran after an angry, wounded rat, wanting to get into the songs himself, cutting off his head. But he did not calculate his strength and would definitely have died in the most bestial way, if not for the glorious warrior whom we called the Pied Piper.“What a beautiful fairy tale,” Asa chuckled. "Did you ever think he was one of them?"- From whom? From rats? Musa chuckled. “When I first saw him, he was sitting on a rat, driving Yuvasa's ax into its head, and not trying to fly on it. I wonder what your brother, whom he saved, would say to that?- Or maybe Yuvasa coveted his woman? Malga suggested. - Not every day, walking through the forest, you can meet a woman. Usually all sorts of crap is hiding in the bushes, here Yuvasa was chasing rats and ...The hall was filled with laughter. Only Asya and the Pied Piper were not funny.“Malga, if you don’t hide, you’ll spend the next two days in a hack with my dick in your ass!” Khalsa yelle