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Time Of Traitors 48
And then something hit her from behind. She made a few more jerks back and pressed her ass against something - a door! There is no doubt that her torment is over, she did it! Hands ached and demanded to let go of the body, not to suffer anymore, because everything is behind. But she was afraid to open her fingers. Suddenly, he, like that time, slips off and goes down? ..So she stood, shaking with the effort, wondering how to position her body precisely so that all her work would not be in vain. So that she can freely open this door thrice cursed by all the wives of Senches!Nitsiri tried to kick her, but for some reason she didn't budge.Heavy thoughts drilled into her and did not allow her to unbend her aching back. Why won't the door open? What kind of jokes?!There was no choice - she had to lay the body on the steps so that it definitely did not run away from her, putting an end to her efforts and going all the way a second time. She played it safe and tugged at him to make sure
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Just before the last push, it suddenly seemed to her that something was blocking the light from outside. She turned around, already expecting the worst. But no, the inflamed imagination again decided to play with her - the stars and the moon continued to flood the mountains with their pale radiance, and there was not a soul around.With the last effort, she still managed to pull the corpse to the surface - her relief knew no bounds, she even almost rushed to kiss the pale, pointed face with sunken cheeks. Instead, the nitsiri scurried to the door and slammed shut the entrance to that damned cave. Her ears could hear the echo repeating and repeating the same word, but her mind was far away.The door closed and the screaming stopped.Finally, Vikta could completely surrender to her fatigue - she leaned against the door and slid down, hitting her ass painfully. She hadn't been this tired in a long time. Or rather, never.I didn't want to go anywhere. She wanted to just sit, grow her whol
Time Of Traitors 50
Nitsiri thought she dropped the knife somewhere on the threshold of the hut as she ran as fast as she could. But now there was nothing near the door. In addition, the door was closed. Did she slam the door behind her, or did she leave it open? The wind might well have covered her, so she shouldn't worry, or...?Chills seized her again. No, he definitely couldn’t get out, and he couldn’t survive either. The fact that that terrible night was just a game of her sick imagination and shattered nerves.Get a grip, fool! Why don't you feel the cadaverous smell that carries a mile away?She felt nothing but fear.Even if the old man survived and it was he who yelled at her, did she really think that the alchemist could untie himself, and then bandage his terrible wounds? She milked a couple of liters of blood out of him, and he barely moved his tongue, where there ...In her hands, Victa again clutched the cobblestone. Haven't found anything suitable yet.Why this stone, fool? You can burn an
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- Boots? Where are you going, honey?Cres was pulling on his good old, washed-out jacket, from which he had managed to wean himself during his stay in this house. It was carefully darned in those places where Ada had first pierced it, then the bosorka tried with its claws.The jacket was a bit big.I'm going to find my woman. I may not be back,” Kres replied, tightening the strap two holes further than usual. - Sorry, grandfather. I lost my boots, but I can’t pay: the money is in the same place as the boots - in a hole with khamers.Grandfather lay with his head bandaged for the second day, only this morning he woke up and, as if nothing had happened, began to give instructions. He looked doubtfully with his only eye at Kres, who just yesterday was not even able to lift a spoon.“I don’t care, fool, go where you like,” he waved his hand. “One more mouth out for me.” And I won’t give you boots - I save myself in windings. Boots are an expensive thing, necessary for winter. So far, you'
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He almost immediately appeared nearby and in a couple of heartbeats laid the captive on his back and squeezed his chest with his knee. The unfortunate man did not even have time to squeak.Khalsa put his boot on the driver's hand and drew his knife. Shava squealed terribly, for which he received a boot in the face and choked on a scream.“Shava, speak with your lying tongue,” Khalsa barked, “what is this man guilty of?”“He killed the white,” the captive replied in a barely audible voice.- Louder, you damned one!“He killed the white!”Khalsa bent over the prisoner, covering him with his broad back. A sharp movement, a blunt blow, and he yelled again.“One,” Khalsa said. - Shava, what did this man do?“I told ze uze,” the driver squealed, panting. - This carrion killed ... - Khalsa again drove his boot into his face.“If you say again that you shouldn’t, I’ll kill you,” Khalsa threatened, bringing the blade of the knife closer to his eye. – What did this man do?- He ... - the captiv
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Do you need a vampire hunter? You are late with this, father. All vampire hunters were rooted out by the vampires themselves long before your great-grandfather was born, may the ashes of the d'ahi be preserved forever and ever."It's not the vampire that needs to be killed," Khalsa said. “A witch who lives in the swamps. Can you?- A witch? Swamp or what?Khalsa nodded.- Have you heard?“I heard some talk, but I didn’t think she bothered you, d’ahger.“Witches always get in the way. They cause damage and confuse the souls of those of little faith. Did you know witches who help people?- It's different...- Are you kidding me?- A little. It's all wine. Let me ask you, why haven't you yourself killed that witch who bothers you so much?“There are too many links between us and her for me not to fall into a trap on the outskirts of her dwelling. Believe me, not only the weak in spirit dance to her tune, but many forest creatures obey her orders. So going to her as part of an armed detac
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If only she knew where this "sunset" is!The weather was disgusting, it already seemed to Nitsiri that she had seen the sun in a past life. The loose layer of snow that covered the forest did not make her task any easier - under the heavy branches of the reefs, even on a sunny day, twilight reigned, and now a haze of gray clouds lay in the sky. She walked almost blindly, constantly risking falling somewhere, stumbling and chipping her hands with thorns. How much time had passed since the moment when she talked with her "guide", she did not know - for some reason it seemed that Nitsiri was wandering around this wind-blown forest for almost an eternity, and would still wander until the end of her days. When darkness nevertheless descended on the branches of the trees, Vikta could not really distinguish ahead even her palm, which she brought directly to her face. Before eyes loomed some kind of pale spot.“Freaks,” she hissed under her breath, once again clinging to another prickly root
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At first, the khamer kept showing up between the trees, and Vikta often felt his empty eyes on her, but at some point the monster decided not to show up at all. Nitsiri walked in the indicated direction and did not see the freak for a whole day, but in the evening he appeared again to laugh at her and tell her how much she had deviated from the right path. Khamer was obviously upset that he had to mess with the nitsiri shrew, adapt to her steps, and not deal with more important Khamer affairs.Vikta was not particularly upset that the shorty began to meet her less often - the sight of the Khamer did not cause anything but dumbfoundment, but each time Nitsiri began to worry when the sun began to set over the tops of the trees, and she was left alone in a dark, unfriendly forest.- What are you slow, kralya. Just awful! he complained, growing out of the ground.“You can pick me up and carry me if you’re so worried,” Vikta threw at him when she was getting ready for the night. During the