reading as a lifestyle

I opened the door. Hard breathing, fell out of the car. The road was completely deserted. - Are you okay? - A pillow! - Abigail was squeezed into the air. I would have used magic before, but I wasn't sure if the spell would work as it should, so I bypassed the car and freed Abigail myself. It was the first time I'd seen her so scared. - She's coming to us. The tower. I thought she hit her head, too, until I took a closer look. The tower was moving at the speed of a tired, heavyweight man. We...

Abigail asked me for a favor on the last day of the summer break. - You don't even have to get out of the car," she assured me. - Mom's always making a big deal out of it. Harving, this is part of London, not the North Pole. They write on the Internet that it is not far from there. The car is needed just in case - suddenly the film crew moved again. - Before I agree, I want to know what you're dragging me into? - With Abigail Camara, even though I've known her since I was a child, I had to keep my ears open...

Anyone who has not tasted coffee from the machine installed at the police station has no idea of any bad coffee. However, hospital coffee successfully refuted this theory: according to the stickers, the vending machines were produced by the same company, but the coffee tastes really disgusting here. Most likely, the blame for this was the gloomy news - in the hospital people died more often than in the station. Or in this way, the coffee lovers tried to get away from the addiction. However, I decided to take the risk, hoping that the latte would be less disgusting than the espresso...

Friday evening at the Dublin Castle was no different from any other evening of the day at the National Bureau of Criminal Investigation - the work was always and everywhere, the criminals, unfortunately, did not live in the rhythm of office plankton. Michael glanced from the doorstep at the anthill, which was made up of long rows of tables between which detectives and their numerous assistants came in and out, and sighed heavily. I didn't want to work creepily, I wanted to go home to the fireplace, and preferably with James...

I'm Tais. Fedya and I hit the ground. It's very sad that we will probably never see Moag again. - Taya, listen," Fedya said as they were leaving the Illegal Island. And now I was blocking the girl's name: Malika. And you and I can hide under that name. - How did you do that? - Tais was tired of talking. - Everyone will prepare us not to worry. Fedya leaned over Taia and gently kissed her on the lips. It's as if I'm not there," he continued. "You have to be in this girl's shoes. Do you understand? - Yes...

Who doesn't know what Morpheus looks like? Ha! This face is familiar to everybody - everybody sees it, just close your eyes with the cover of dreams. Everyone knows the dreamer, everyone has heard his name. Morpheus comes to every sleeper, every person or god. Everyone who sleeps... while Morpheus sleeps. Irida is a young messenger, a light-legged girl. She is interested in how to deliver news to Morpheus, who is always asleep. So far, no one has given her such instructions, but she does not sit...

I have a very serious job to do. If I believed in angels of revenge and justice, I would definitely enroll myself in their legion. Only we have much more complicated things. And it is easier at the same time. I don't have a cutting sword, a stick or a gingerbread - nothing like that. I only have an umbrella. Two, to be exact, but most often I only use black. The colored one just hangs behind my back like a sword. A black umbrella, a black suit, a black guard bird beating underneath my eyelids and behind my chest...

Quiet rain knocked on the window, causing fatigue, pain and autumn sadness, taking away from the soul everything that was once called Faith, Hope and Miracle. It was just an ordinary autumn evening. The same as the seventeen previous evenings. Frowny, rainy, cold and lonely. She, like no one else, felt what it was like. When there were two cups on the table, but one was empty. When the blanket is for two but wrapped alone. When you really want to hug, squeeze in and never let go, but only a teddy bear with a shy but inanimate look...

Everybody knows Ole Lukoie. It is he who comes to the children in the evenings and makes their heads hard to lean towards the pillows. He reveals one of his umbrellas above them and if the baby behaved well enough, he will be watching magical dreams all night long. Ole Lugoye knows everything about children's dreams. Of course, they are full of love and joy. Loving parents and nannies, sweet sisters and good brothers, beloved friends, favorite toys and good loving world. Children's dreams are...

The doctor lived in the world for much more than nine hundred years (of course, it was stupid to lie about his own age, stupid and meaningless, not that 884 years of age difference is so much better than a thousand years with a ponytail, but he was so desperately afraid to scare Rose) and, of course, over the years he has had to love. In every sense, even the one that the earthlings are so obsessed with, dedicating an entire day to it in his calendar. And yet the feeling that he awakened nineteen-year-old girl from the Earth was so unexpected and ...

Oh, how annoying that girl was to me! Her words sounded like a bell nabbath in my head, making me laugh back. My whole nature ordered me to run away because I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my word, I'd be rude. But I didn't want to be rude to her anymore. I remembered how I once argued with myself about wanting to rip her throat out with my teeth. How stupid of me to deny the obvious. By giving up my feelings. But how could I, a man without a heart line, feel even a small fraction of what others...

I wake up in a sticky sweat that hangs on my whiskey in heavy drops. I sat down sharply on the bed, I walked my fingers shaking in the face, then to the back of my head. My hair got tangled, confused and tangled. The room is filled with the silver glow of a full-fledged mistress of the night, and I look at her like I've never seen her in such darkness before, trying to convince myself that I don't sleep again. Exhale through the closed lips. Everything seems to be in order. Herbs, books, furniture - everything seems to be in its place...