Raven's Blade.

e table, took out two brown wax candles from the pocket of her k

erent, - the thread lay in even rows on the candle, deeply cutting into the soft wax, and the grandmother continued to reason. "If you don't lie, and I can see in your eyes that you are telling the truth, then you have a

ct, but I decided. - How can? The whole house is like a br

are you talking about? You can't give steel - will you bring trouble to someone else's house? Or are you afraid that a werewolf will look at the light if seven knives f

realizing that it was absolutely not nec

art. The idea is stupid, the sorc

day, and half of them will be much prettier than you, - the old woman remarked tactlessly, - but the problems are still the sam

st. At all. I don't need such m

ality of the winding, stumbled it on the pin. - And my job is to understand where the gift came from in

Anya S

, everything is ready. Now I'll light the candles, an

ch of them. I obediently looked between two dim flames, trying my best not to blink. The experience gained in the lower grades during the constant games of "staring" came in handy. In the opposite wall of the room,

r breath, moved her hands over the knife and carefully placed it directly on the candl

not in the stomach. My heart thudded against my ribs and beat in a crazy rhythm. The room swam before my eyes: flasks on the dark parquet, the worried face of an old woman who was shouting something to me, curtains, fl

e hand holding the vial near my nose. The tongue tossed and turned

orceress, only I was not sitting, but lying on her sofa. What the evil springs immediately rem

d woman... I, an old woman, was frightened... I almost

with me: my head was no longer spinning, there was no trace of pain left, and my heart was b

ghed and screwed up

voice. - I thought, in a simple way, I will calculate how the gift i

o w

iver, pacified the flow, forced to calm down. In one direction, the water beats, presses, threatens to destroy, and on the other - peace and quiet, a thin stream. Here you serve as a dam to your gift, do not let it escape. And where he came from, and how you ended up on

s words should become bitter and insulting, but I cheered up, sort

People still do not live with this and rejoice. I won't

ir victims. The old woman walked me to the door, and already descending the

h a small packa

ing, and I got a memorable scolding. Mom then asked for a long time what this "charlatan" had told me, but I was silent, like a partisan d

t in the morning, there was no trace of nightmares. Newly found knives took pride of place in my desk. Dad strictly stated that the military wareh