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Ты прекрасно чувствуешь себя по утрам, потому что никогда не просыпаешься раньше полудня

There is no one like you, they never told me there was anyone like you, I had no idea --

- Как жаль, что ваш отец был... впрочем, насколько я слышала, кем был ваш отец - никому не известно. Это так?

• Моя мать любила повторять, что никогда не запоминает мелочи.

— Вы честный человек, — обратился наставник к Сент-Виру. — Порой это приводит к большим неудобствам, — вздохнул Ричард.

Ваши друзья неподкупны? Неподкупных не бывает, — ответил он. — Просто надо знать цену.

You don`t know what it`s like, knowing they won`t touch you, just your friends.

'You'll laugh.' 'Of course I'll laugh. I always do.' It was the voice, rich and arrogant and taut with breeding, that always undid him in the dark.

Каждый мужчина живет на острие клинка.

Я — никто, я — ничто. И я очень этому рад.

No wonder Richard wanted him. He wasn`t safe.

It went beyond aristocracy, his arrogance. <...> She didn`t remember anyone who spoke without care for effect, without courtesy or irony, as though his words were dripping into darkness and it didn`t matter who heard them.

Richard knew he was fighting for his life, and he was terribly happy. <...> He wasn`t afraid, but the edge of challenge was sharp under him, and the drop from it irrevocable. The world had narrowed to the strength of his body, the trained agility of his mind against mind in responce to his opponent. The universe began and ended within the reach of his senses, the stretch of his four limbs and the gleaming steel.

He did not like the fashionable tailor`s. It made him nervous to stand still while the man attacked him with chalk and tape and pins for his measurements, muttering strange formulae under his breath.

He removed his knives gingerly, as though they were infants, or creatures who might bite.