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- Yes, I say to you - there are no fairies!
- Batyu your, Aen, to listen, so the women do not happen, and look - you got out from somewhere! - Gygyknul Mart, the son of a village blacksmith.
- And if they are, why is no one there to see them, eh? - parried fair-haired boy, nicknamed Aen.
- So this is ... I myself heard that they are with people who catch them ... - the miller’s eldest son joined.
- In-in, Aen, this is you, we have a hundred-son, future warrior. If so brave, go to ...
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- Batyu your, Aen, to listen, so the women do not happen, and look - you got out from somewhere! - Gygyknul Mart, the son of a village blacksmith.
- And if they are, why is no one there to see them, eh? - parried fair-haired boy, nicknamed Aen.
- So this is ... I myself heard that they are with people who catch them ... - the miller’s eldest son joined.
- In-in, Aen, this is you, we have a hundred-son, future warrior. If so brave, go to ...
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The skin, blocking the entrance to a long wooden house, was pulled back with a strong hand. Outside inside she let out a cold, a few snowflakes and a viking man. He was slouching from fatigue, carrying a heavy bag on his shoulder, and bare arms covered with scars. From above, on top of two warm woolen tunics without sleeves, a wolf skin was draped over. Autumn night in Hedeby was snowy, dark and cold. Snow showered ankle-deep, and Skidulf the Killer of Noblemen wet his feet while he reached his house. Now...
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- Freeze! - there was a melodious voice. Chris sighed wearily and gently raised his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Istel was repeating his actions. Not slipped. They had been walking through the elven lands for a week now, and Chris had already hoped that they would cross them unnoticed. But, alas, the elf patrols were not asleep. And if in the Empire of people, the drow were treated with suspicion, but still tolerated, the elves did not like their dark brethren. Doubly unlucky.
- Guns on the ground! - continued voice. On...
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- Guns on the ground! - continued voice. On...
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- Mr. Brooke? Miss Cornby? Everything is good? I ask in the car.
- Where are we ...
“I'll take you to Professor Lawley.” Don't worry, you will like him. Please sit down.
Dave and Miranda, bending down, got into the car, and she drove off. A rainy night rustled around. Lights of all shades and colors danced behind the glasses, spreading out along with the rain. Dave still didn’t believe that he embraces the living Miranda, thin, wet, like him.
“Miranda,” he whispered, ruffling his wet hair.
“Mmmm,” she mooed ...
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- Where are we ...
“I'll take you to Professor Lawley.” Don't worry, you will like him. Please sit down.
Dave and Miranda, bending down, got into the car, and she drove off. A rainy night rustled around. Lights of all shades and colors danced behind the glasses, spreading out along with the rain. Dave still didn’t believe that he embraces the living Miranda, thin, wet, like him.
“Miranda,” he whispered, ruffling his wet hair.
“Mmmm,” she mooed ...
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"... They lived happily ever after, and died on the same day." These words ended the next novel.
- Yo fuck! Nahuymudoebat! ... - the book flew to the floor, sprawling pink cover up. Petraha threw it so that the sofa swayed with a jerk.
Loy Petraha, Tyschka Glavnishchi * khaernskogo garrison, hated pink novels. He hated love snot, hated romance, ahs, ooh and sweet happy ending. And it was completely incomprehensible why he avidly read these novels, after reading almost everything ...
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- Yo fuck! Nahuymudoebat! ... - the book flew to the floor, sprawling pink cover up. Petraha threw it so that the sofa swayed with a jerk.
Loy Petraha, Tyschka Glavnishchi * khaernskogo garrison, hated pink novels. He hated love snot, hated romance, ahs, ooh and sweet happy ending. And it was completely incomprehensible why he avidly read these novels, after reading almost everything ...
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Claire jerked helplessly in chains that twisted around her wrists, ankles and neck. This time the king took good care of her capture. On the windows and the doors of her room were grilles with large massive locks, the single key of which was with His Majesty. Besides him, no one was allowed to the naked girl so that she could not use her cunning. Even the king brought her food.
So the girl spent two whole days, lying or sitting on her bed, trying to find a way to salvation. But neither ...
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So the girl spent two whole days, lying or sitting on her bed, trying to find a way to salvation. But neither ...
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That summer Saturday morning began just like usual. On weekends, Nastya allowed herself to sleep a little longer, until nine in the morning. But no more - she was one of those people who were sorry to waste precious weekend hours, just wallowing in bed before noon, because she thought they could find a much more interesting use.
In her incomplete 23 years, she managed to graduate from the philological department of the Institute of Foreign Languages and a few months ago got a job in ...
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In her incomplete 23 years, she managed to graduate from the philological department of the Institute of Foreign Languages and a few months ago got a job in ...
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Habib again did not have the right product, so I was redirected to the Eastern Oasis. Well, that cunning trader gave me a scroll of teleportation. The Eastern Oasis was a hostile location in relation to the civilized inhabitants of the Teimar Desert, therefore city dwellers could not make such a scroll. The scroll could enchant only those who were friendly to the savages. That was the limitation of the game.
I was met by the same old man as last time. Neither the name nor the level I did not recognize. We went to ...
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I was met by the same old man as last time. Neither the name nor the level I did not recognize. We went to ...
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Cadet Yip wearily scratched his neck.
It is good that there is no tracking in the hygienic compartment, and Teacher Ln will not see it in a moment of weakness. Scratching the scruff of the neck, pulling the scales, nervously twitching the tip of the tail, etc., are habits unworthy of the cadet of the Great Y, from whom Type is almost unaccustomed ...
And all these damned bipeds! A squeamish kind of grimaced: it seemed to him that this terrible smell had penetrated here too. Not only stink like a cesspool, so also stubborn, stupid creatures, not wanting to do what ...
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It is good that there is no tracking in the hygienic compartment, and Teacher Ln will not see it in a moment of weakness. Scratching the scruff of the neck, pulling the scales, nervously twitching the tip of the tail, etc., are habits unworthy of the cadet of the Great Y, from whom Type is almost unaccustomed ...
And all these damned bipeds! A squeamish kind of grimaced: it seemed to him that this terrible smell had penetrated here too. Not only stink like a cesspool, so also stubborn, stupid creatures, not wanting to do what ...
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Attention! You killed another player’s minion within the territory belonging to Sonar Son. Contact his owner to compensate for the harm done by your deed. In the absence of a conciliation agreement, the player you killed may file a petition to collect a fine from you.
- So, what is next?
The question of what to do now was the most pressing for the East Wind. He stood and looked at the gaping blackness of a manhole, a few hours ago empty, and now half his ...
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- So, what is next?
The question of what to do now was the most pressing for the East Wind. He stood and looked at the gaping blackness of a manhole, a few hours ago empty, and now half his ...
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