Рома Карасев

Vassalin! Thackery shouts in agreement. "... not a thunderous headache in the morning." - Grobben is evil! - agrees Mally. “I already packed some bottles so we all could sit down at the table and try it together when the Queen and I get back.” “I look forward to it!” - announces Cheshire. “The third picture is the Bay of Light, a harbor near the capital. She sparkles in the sun, like diamonds ... " - BUT? What is it? - asks Mally. - Die! Die Almonds! Painted Almonds! - Thackery looks at the displayed works of art, - Oh...

“Poor Bayto,” Alice sighs. She knows what it feels like homesick. Sometimes she still does it. There are days when she does almost everything to return to her mother’s house ... Therefore, when she noticed that the poor man was bored, she asked Bayard if he could spare his son for the mission of “vital correspondence”. Now there is only Bayard and his boldest puppy, Bane, to sniff out trouble. And, of course, three noses are better than two, but despite this, she took pity on Bayto. - Alice .....

When his stomach growls and the sun has risen high enough to require all the dungeons to be present for lunch, Terrant reluctantly folds the parchment and reaches for the envelope. Raising it, he blinks at the thickness. And maybe ... is it a little harder than it should be?Putting the letter aside, Terrant explores the inexplicable uniqueness of the envelope. His fingers find and carefully take out a card from thick paper and, turning it over, he almost suffocates. His breathing stops in his throat, causing his chest to hurt...

Terrant is watching them. He is too tired to worry about a smile or a pun, but he really appreciates his friends' attempts to cheer him up and, when that fails, inevitably try to distract him. Given the fact that the contents of his workshop are organized in alphabetical order, by color, age, height, weight, width, delight and, probably, with the approval of Alice, he had no way to keep himself busy. In the end, Alice promised to return before she finds out about it. Terrant fulfills his part of...

Choking, scratching, screaming, Terrant wakes up from sleep. He turns to the empty side of the bed, looks around the room, picks up the blankets, turns the pillows over, bends over the edge of the mattress, almost falling on the cold stone floor, and checks under the bed.No Alice.ts out of bed, flies out of the apartment, runs along the corridors, almost falls from the stairs, and continues to run. In her old bedroom, which has not been used for a long time: no Alice. In his workshop: no Alice. On the croquet field: no Alice...

The queen strokes Alice's knee, - Oh, Alice. Let the poor person have at least something! - she bites her lip and giggles, - So, as I already packed my sari and Madame Shrava suggested we study local dances and Terrant will be most glad to see everything that you ... took from here ... Alice yawns. - You. Insidious! “Did you just notice that now?” - Apparently ...Mirana giggles. Alice is almost sorry for Prince Avendale. Nearly. “Just promise me that everything will go fine today,” Alice pleads...

Helpless, hopeless despair defeats him, and Terrant can only watch how Alice meets a blow, blocks a lunge, performs several of her own achievements, and then, as if by mutual agreement, she and her rivals slightly lower their swords and begin to circle each other again. Twenty minutes. Terrant counts them. Twenty minutes of pointless posing until Alice is allowed to knock this hated blade out of her opponent’s hands and demand victory. He never hated time more than now. Alice meets the enemy’s sword again, more violently than before...

Despite his familiarity with this special ceremonial duty, Terrant Haythopp, the Royal Hatter of the White Queen, never gets easier to watch the battle of the Queen's Warrior in a duel. Every bloody time, a terrible, terrible pain in the heart that he could never defeat, overtakes him ... even if he runs away from one of the ever-blooming cherry trees surrounding the battlefield. Under the branches of a tree, in the assembled crowd ... it doesn't matter. Every bloody, miserable, painful time, Terrant...

Get out, Canalia! Once again, you try to slip me such a bullshit - I'll give Bellatrix to the squad ... in the form of a manual for testing new combat spells! Snapped a young man, or even a young man, that because of his gray hair in his temples, his weekly stubble, and his simply overwhelming gaze, he seemed much older than his true age. The door slammed, behind which were heard the quick, or even rather awesome steps of the worker who got the drag. Sitting at a desk that once belonged to the British...

Uh ... so wait a second!” - Russell flipped the notebook a couple of pages back. - Here, I found it! About two months ago, you mentioned possible options for merging our two worlds together. The main postulate, which was in all your theses, sounded the same: “Mages should not integrate, should not merge with simpletons. No, they should be needed. ” “That's right,” I nod. “Mages should be needed, not just useful.” Therefore, sooner or later, the fact that we all these years have saved the world from death will be made public...

To know that you are a passing background character is a shame for anyone. For the held strong magician and even more so. But the magicians who were admitted to the project “Descent of the Worlds” were very intelligent and sane persons. And still all a little crazy, which, however, was the norm for a strong sorcerer. Therefore, they accepted the fact of their "book" existence as a fact and strove to help their world find "flesh" with all diligence. For my part, I decided to allow them a little liberty, which I directly stated...

And this is a bonus from me, "- From now on, they are yours. It won’t work out - for this you have to be a serpent-hunter, and you have successfully fallen in love with this ability. But you can transfer to another. To the heir, to be exact. - Then let me participate in the distribution of gingerbread. True, it will look more like a whip, ”came a cheerful male voice from the side of the bridge. Moreover, so familiar to many, but with such unfamiliar notes that the crowd of the Devourers sharply rang out to the side, giving a passage...