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Not that prey
-Are you sure it was him in the coordinates? This unclean? - The Sea appeared suddenly nearby, but I'm already used to such appearances. And when I was on the shore, I did not twitch from the fact that someone suddenly called out to me. If I am on the shore and did not hear steps before the voice, then this is the Sea.
-Yes, I am sure. Why?
The Sea looked at the dark patterned expanse. To himself. Another subject flew between the sea and the clouds.
-Tell me how it was,- he demanded.
I told, for the umpteenth time. I came, I saw, I called, I brought, I drowned him.
-Was there no one else there? Was he not bound? Couldn't they just leave him there?
-No, he wasn't bound, he was just powerless.
-The Unclean, without power? Why?
-I don't know. I thought he was human.
The Sea was silent for a while.
-I'll give you new coordinates.
-Isn't that what you needed?
-Nope.
-Maybe you can tell me what you are looking for, then I can search better.
-It's a man. But if you see something at these coordinates, bring it here anyway.
-What does he look like?
-I don't know, - the Sea smiled.
Somehow he smiled so much that I felt something that I never wanted to feel. And I thought I would never feel it again. Jealousy.
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-H… hello, - Radha greeted.
A dark figure suddenly appeared in front of her, illuminating the space.
Radha even closed her eyes, so unaccustomed she was to the bright sky on the Dark Side.
The Black Hermit pointed at her with a thin broken rod.
-What do you want?
-You know, Keilash was pulled to the Dark Side, I would like to find him and… return him.
The hermit nodded, probably with such requests they often came to him. Why else?
-To draw someone from the Dark Side, you have to leave something to the Dark Side. What do you have?
-I don't know, what do you need?
-You need to stain part of your heart with darkness. Do something you would never do because it's terrible. Then the Dark Side will keep your deed, and your Keilash, whoever he may be, will go back.
What terrible thing should I do and where? Here? There? Will it happen on its own after I do something terrible?
-Yes, of course, - the Hermit seemed to grin, - only your act should be worse than the act of Keilash.
Так, только сейчас, только у нас! На время Черной пятницы на #Литмаркет я добавил полный текст Все возьми (до ночера воскресенья). Так что можете прочитать/купить полный текст на Литмаркете. Там сейчас скидка. Полную книгу я вот только что добавил. Литмаркет принимает иностранные платежи.
Потом, я мож часть удалю, а мож и нет. Я что-то не определился еще (да и Литмаркет не определился еще, чего с нами, врагами зажравшихся мракобесов, делать.
Поэтому в завершенные не переношу.
Так что вся эта безопасная покупка вот прям сейчас работает)))
Потом можно будет купить книгу на моем сайте. Оплату русскими картами я подключу, но на это несколько дней нужно)))
Вот тут: https://litmarket.ru/books/vse-vozmi
Ну и отрывок держите, а то непонятно же чего о чем:
– Да ну, зачем ему пленница из сераля, – махнула рукой Хайола, помогая слуге расставить блюда на столе, тут же, в гостиной. – вождь племени может себе найти кого-нибудь помоложе и по… поневиннее.
– Да иди, зови уже, пока не остыло все, – сказал Фрей, – как-нибудь сам разберется зачем ему кто-то постарше и поопытнее. Если стесняешься, скажи, что я пригласил.
Хайола снова запылала и юрко ушла через балкон.
– Это нехорошо, что она так о себе думает, – посмотрела вслед подруге Сакина.
– Нехорошо, – согласился Фрей, – потому что, если ей приходит в голову думать, что она не заслуживает счастья из-за прошлого, это значит, что она может так подумать и про других.
– Нет, что ты! – возмутилась Сакина.
Фрей пожал плечами.
– Так обстоят дела. Если ты думаешь, что старым, подурневшим, калекой, кем-то с дурным прошлым, тебя могут отвергнуть, то это значит, что ты принимаешь, что это допустимо – отвергать кого-то за это же.
– Нет же! Просто мы же все знаем, что есть много людей, которые так делают! – возразила Сакина.
– Да, много, – небесно улыбнулся Фрей, – но мы не любим этих людей. Если мы так думаем о том, кого любим, то есть о том, кого мы считаем человеком своего сердечного племени, если мы считаем, что для того, кого мы любим, естественно бросить женщину за многих мужчин в прошлом, то значит, мы считаем, что такие мысли любимого допустимы. Ведь если нам противны мысли кого-то, не станем же мы его любить.
Сакина ошарашенно задумалась.
– И правда… – задумчиво протянул Искандер, – вероятно, она и к себе испытывает неприязнь.
Для Хайолы попасть в сераль, скорее всего, стало поражением, а когда человек терпит поражение, он почему-то начинает себя недолюбливать. Но почему человек винит себя за то, с чем и не мог справиться? Словно всемогущее существо, которое могло, но вдруг перестало.
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I tried to focus my eyes, but reality remained blurred. I'm like in a room. The back of the head hurts. Someone hit me on the head. Damn gangs. But these are people, not evil spirits. Evil doesn't hit you in the head.
-Woke up, - I heard a voice.
I shook my head, but there was no one in the room. It's a warehouse, already empty, I guessed.
The group and I made another round, went to the store ... well, we went to the store, because there were coordinates that the Sea gave me. I reached for the tourniquet around my neck. He was right there. Somehow it became easier and I breathed a sigh of relief.
-What do you need? - I was able to speak. It looks like I came to my senses and was out for a short time. Only the back of the head ached, and then the pain subsided. I was thirsty, I saw a bottle of water near me, but I did not drink. You never know. You could always drink from a tourniquet.
-Question is what do you need? -the voice asked mockingly.
-We are just survivors, going around the city, in search of all the necessary things and surviving people,- I explained.
Probably a man lived here, a survivor. Scared that we are a gang.
-There are many of us, we settled down well, if you want, go with us, - I continued, - we are not a gang.
-You've been following me around for months. What do you need?
-I don’t follow anyone…- I said in surprise.
The tourniquet suddenly trembled and somehow joyfully slipped from the neck, heading for the door.
-Sure? - they didn’t believe it there, - aren't you looking for me, right?
And then it hit me. This is probably the same person that Sea is looking for. Crap.
What to do? To tell him everything or lie?
I heard a laugh. Apparently, the speaker saw me, although he was standing outside the door.
-Do not follow me anymore, otherwise you will not get by with a slap on the back of the head. The door is on a timer, it will open in ten minutes.
-Stop! - I shouted, - I will say, do not leave!
Water splashed into the airtight door. But the door did not have time to become unclean, so the water could not harm it. I thought so.
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under pressure
"Damn," Atris swore, hiding behind the wall.
The weak-willed slaves, controlled by the Tahitians, brought a huge screen into the building. Now he will also have radiation at work that suppresses his will. The rest of the staff watched in silence. They couldn't do anything, nothing. Even if they were able to band together and attack the Tahitian servants, kill them, break the screen, it wouldn't change anything. At all. Because the Tahitians would kill the whole crowd. With a look, through the captured people.
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Not
jealous at all
-Did he
say so? - Sea laughed.
He
sparkled, refracting the rays and sending them back into the sky.
-Yes.
Well, you saw, he locked me up, I couldn't do anything. There was a stone on
the coordinates, probably with which he hit me.
-Yes,
Yes. It's ok. Did the compress helped?
-Yes,
thank you, - I rubbed the back of my head. - what's now?
-Keep
searching. Be careful now. But now you do not need to take things from the
coordinates. Just carefully get there and look around, he'll be there
somewhere. I will watch too.
-Do you
know who is it?
-Yes.
-Will not
say?
-Why?
I didn't
know what to answer. And for some reason I wished we hadn't caught him. But I
knew that if I met him, I would not let him leave. But we can start to fight
and I can kill him? By chance, huh?
Там картинки были разные и лови момент, и всякое грандиозное, уникальное. Но... у меня интеллектуальные читатели, поэтому их такое, наверное, только раздражать будет))) ну, меня бы раздражало)
Итак. Возможно, это реально последний шанс купить откровенные (и психологически и физиологически) книги. Поэтому на три дня у меня скидки.
Я хотел красивые и новые посты написать про каждую книгу, на которую у меня скидка, но тоже из-за блоговых переездов не получилось.
Поэтому так:
1. https://litmarket.ru/books/vse-vozmi
Шейх Аль-Дива сбегает из плена домой, оставив там сердце гордой северянке. Его жизнь устроена. Но десять лет спустя, султанат заключает мир с северной страной, на выгодных для себя условиях, и шейх вынужден встретиться с побежденным мучителем и его женой - той самой северянкой.
Книга по подписке, но она закончена, поэтому вы точно ее прочитаете. Квир-проза, фэнтези, история.
2. https://litmarket.ru/books/bezdnishcha
Невыдуманный рассказ о том, как я с группой уличных музыкантов ездил в Мюнхен. Зачем поехал я, писатель и психолог? Один из них мой Друг. Мастер романтического абсурда. Все истории реальны. Никаких преувеличений. Вот стиль его мышления. И стиль книги:
Я: А ты долго был в Вероне?
Мариян: Да. Я там даже спал одну ночь. Когда я был в Вероне второй раз, мне там больше понравилось, потому что я в Италии тогда первый раз был.
Вы думаете это оговорка? Нет, это элемент его фирменного стиля!
Современная проза, юмор, размышления о жизни в Европе и человеческом поведении
3.https://litmarket.ru/books/oko-sily
Роман-размышление "Око силы". Женщина, с трудноизлечимым уродством, уехала в деревню, чтобы скрыться от большой жизни. Она живет там простыми заботами, знакомится и сдруживается с соседом. Теперь ей есть с кем поговорить. Но банально-избитое потому и банально-избитое, что повторяется постоянно - от судьбы не уйдешь. И однажды судьба стучится в ее дверь. Она влюбляется, сразу, как и полагается, когда дело касается судьбы. Но что делать, если зеркало и общество доказывают раз за разом, что счастье не для тебя?
Поселок, который выбран фоном истории, хоть и не имеет названия, рассказывает свою исповедь, размышлениями одного из героев, рассказана история совершенно реального поселка. Главный сюжет и главные герои книги – результат осмысления многих лет работы с проблемой самопринятия людей, – и реальные воспоминания и фактические события – все истории в книге и упомянутые люди, реальны, – призваны, в своем симбиозе, контрастно показать, что то, что принято за обыденное, часто пугает, если посмотреть внимательнее и наоборот, то, что кажется ненормальным, неестественным, непривычным, при том же внимательном взгляде, оказывается вполне обычным.
4. https://litmarket.ru/books/radi-raba
Фироками – город богатых извращенцев и их сексуальных рабов. Тут можно воплотить любые темные прихоти. Красавцам и красавицам приходится исполнять любые желания богатых господ. Но что, если любовь вмешается в этот порок? Станет порок чистым или любовь станет ядовитой?
Красивый и сильный мужчина - Элон - он привлекает внимание, где бы ни оказался. Воплощение эротических фантазий, умелый в любви на любой вкус. И кого волнует, что он пуст внутри. Безвольный раб, мечтающий поскорее состариться, чтобы получить заветную свободу.
Его жизнь – это ад? Вряд ли, ведь у него нет желаний, потеря которых, приводит к отчаянию. Это просто жизнь, и когда-нибудь она закончится. И все же его жизнь – Ад, своенравный красавец, который так легко согласен отказаться от этой самой свободы. Элон начинает понимать это, когда, встретившись с ним, у него появляются собственные желания.
Ну, книга реально для сильных духом, очень жесткая. Квир-проза, фантастика.
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The boy was all grimy, some kind of very shabby. He was sobbing, softly, but so desperately that his pain seemed to be palpable. At least Lohon felt it. He and Tamerius found him on the shore of the lake when they came there to have dinner. The boy rolled on the grass with his arms around himself.
Loon wanted to rush to him, to help, but Tamerius stopped him.
-Wait, let him cry. We must wait. Either his heart will break, or he will recover.
Tamerius lit a fire, began to cook dinner. They had a good catch today, they could even spend the night in a hotel, but Tamerius wanted to spend the night on the shore. The weather is good, calm and beautiful around. The boy calmed down, sat down and shyly stared at us.
-Go here, eat, - Tamerius called.
The boy turned away. Tamerius approached him, stood beside him and, looking at the lake, said:
-A Scarlet trap, huh?
The boy groaned and burst into tears again.
-It's ok, go here. I know, I know.
Tamerius helped the boy up and, embracing him by the shoulders, led him to the fire.
-I… I… flew from Gayona to Cadorl, and he… they…- the words poured out of him like peas from a torn bag, abruptly and not very coherently.
-He flew by, - Tamerius nodded.
-My boat was pulled in ... oh, what happiness, what joy I experienced, it was like ... like ...
-Like the life,- Tamerius nodded.
The boy stared at him.
-Yes... Like the life. And then I felt the eyes. I can't explain, but... it was like love, like a family that you never had.
Tamerius nodded.
-And then... there next to me, I don't know where, there was... I don't know, there was someone next to him who looked at me and said: we won't take it. And he…
The little boy burst into tears.
Tamerius nodded thoughtfully.
-The Judge. Come on, say it, you'll feel better. At first it hurts a lot, but then it gets easier.
-I can't,- the boy shook his head.
-Otherwise hope will kill you!
They busied themselves until the morning. Loon was feeling sleepy, but he forced himself to hold on. Only in the morning Tamerius torn out desperate words from his uninvited companion:
-And he turned away!
The boy whimpered, crying. Tamerius just stared ahead. Lohon did not understand what it was about, and that such a terrible thing had happened. The story seemed somehow unreal to him. But the boy's pain was real.
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-What are you drawing?- Eric sat down on the arm of the chair.
I specifically ordered chairs with wide arms to make him comfortable.
-A branching Model.
Eric looked at the flower, the rays of which were whole worlds.
-Beautiful, but they do not diverge so beautifully in parallel rays, they are all mixed up.
-They're mixed up. It just looks so orderly from the bifurcation point. It's more convenient for me to watch.
-Is this your model, or what? -Eric looked at me.
-Yes.
-And what did you designate as a bifurcation point?
-The meeting with you.
-Indeed? - smiled and incredulously mockingly asked Eric.
-Indeed, - I smiled too, leaning back in my chair and twisting back and forth in it a little, rolling Eric too, - everything that happened before is unimportant.
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The fiery guardian did not ask anything, he did not seem to notice the travelers. The space behind him twisted, the tips of the wings seemed to strike a spark. On his side was a huge book.
Kekhe-or gasped, Dinar grinned. The guard was so huge, much larger than a ladder, along the steps of which travelers had to climb, as if on a rock. Arad looked at the guard carefully. And on the living fire that burned instead of the face of the sinister gatekeeper, features began to appear.
“Go away,” the guard said, crackling like a fire burning branches.
Probably, for his height, the Guardian did not speak loudly, but Kekhe-or covered her ears with her hands.
"I need to go to the Tower of Evil," said Arad.
Compared to the gatekeeper's voice, Arad spoke inaudibly.
But the Guardian heard him.
"You will die there. You are still too small."
"You could help me, then I wouldn't be too small," said Arad.
Dinar expressively and cynically waved his hand and shook his head.
"This is evil, you understand, Arad, and this burnt stick is a servant of evil."
“But you can stop at any moment,” Arad said, looking at Dinar.
"Stop what, excuse me? - Dinar leaned towards him, - to be evil?"
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-Another Tahitian base,- Atris told his companions.
The building hovered in the air, on the other side of the river, emitters shone around it in pillars, they also guarded the office of aliens and traitor commentators from possible incursions of the rebels. Under the building lay energy plates that worked on the life force of the new order criminals.
Screams reached Atris and his companions. The pillars flashed iridescently and everything was quiet. Probably, someone tried to attack again and the pillars dispelled the attack aircraft.
Atris sighed and rubbed his eyes.
Why do they keep doing this? Is it stupid to die or become fertilizer for the Tahitians?
-But we must do something! - a tattooed, shaved beauty in pieces, in camouflage and hung with weapons, grinned.
Atris looked her up and down. New.
-Yes, you haven’t died so far just because you haven’t tried to do anything important,” Atris grinned.
The girl answered, something well-aimed and caustic, but Atris turned away and did not hear, because he did not listen.
174.Write a letter to a stranger, put it in an envelope without a return address, paint it beautifully or stick it with stickers, write "to whom" some characteristics, to whom the letter is addressed to "Redhead", "A little girl of 40 years old who is waiting for a letter", "To whom who is sad." Put a beautiful postcard there, or a tea bag, or a dry leaf. Leave it somewhere. At the bus stop, at the station, at any counter, in a bookcase.
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-Here, this is our god Topol Aseat Sam,- Talulah dropped to one knee and
bowed her head, pressing her fist to her heart.
Narem watched the energy blasts erupt from the
ground as he relayed data.
The android's
hearing scrolled through the frequencies, deciphering the signals.
-I'm "Topol
57", I'm "Topol 57, my coordinates ... - he heard on one of them.
Nar jumped up from
his chair, pressed the call button. The group gathered in the room almost
instantly.
-Narem found the
missing Poplar 57! They are in Altana!
-500 years have
passed... - Karim Aloyan responded, - what is the probability that they
survived?
-50 to 50, -
thoughtfully stretched Elovsky, - either survived or not.
173.Find an old unwanted photo (remember, a few tasks ago, you were asked to leave photos of strangers) and draw on it (as in the textbook). If there is no photo, cut out some photo from the magazine.
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“Beautiful,” Lance nodded, sitting down on the ground with his legs folded in Turkish.
In the black inferno, a pillar of fire rose to the sky, and on the flame, as on a canvas, letters began to appear.
The skin itched. Lance grimaced in annoyance.
"Don't, please, huh?" he asked dejectedly, still having time to finish, and the fiery inscription darted towards him, burning his skin.
Lance screamed habitually, knowing that he couldn’t lose consciousness, that nothing would work, just wait. Wait until the new hellish knowledge enters him and tells him where to go next, whom to save, what to correct.
"Why doesn't this fucking Doctor Who really exist? Why can't he do all this?- Lance whined, sometimes trying to wipe away tears, - or why can't I at least find knowledge of where to find an anesthetic of some kind? I don't need to write anything! My eyes are popping out of pain, I can't read anything!"
He barked at the Book, which responded with inscriptions on his skin.
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-Don't scare him with your darkness! Why did you let her off the collar? - Elmira pounced on the man.
He embraced the lump of darkness.
-She doesn't bite! It's night now, I let her run around, or you want her to gobble up everything here?
-She scared Stefan!
-Who brought her into this world, huh? - the man was indignant.
-Enough! - the girl hissed.
The darkness clung to the man, embracing him by the neck like an unseen animal.
-Stefan!- Elmira smiled at the newcomer.
A piece of black handkerchief protruded from Edward's pocket. For some reason, Stefan couldn't look away from the little triangle. For some reason, he couldn't handle his anxiety.
