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У судьбы кошачий взгляд, никто другой не смотрит так всезнающе и так равнодушно

Вера Камша "Отблески Этерны"

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Продолжаем читать

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Кроули (Ангел, не то чтобы Падший, а скорее Тихонечко Спустившийся)

Нил Гейман, Терри Пратчетт "Благие знамения"

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За то, чтобы быть богом, всегда приходится дорого платить.

Джоанн Харрис "Евангелие от Локи"

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Есть те, кому суждено умереть при рождении. Есть те, кто издыхают от старости. Есть нерожденные и незачиненные. Полнится лес жизнью. Полнится смертью. Кому-то суждено вершить чужую судьбу. Кто-то и над своей не властен.

Ольга Птицева "Сестры озерных вод"

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У людей короткая память, особенно по части того, кому они обязаны.

В. Дашкевич "Граф Аверин. Колдун Российской империи"

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Mikhail Lermontov "The Demon"

A Demon, soul of all the banished, sadly above the sinful world floated, and thoughts of days now vanished before him crowdingly unfurled; days when, in glory’s habitation, he shone out a pure cherubim, when comets dying on their station rejoiced to exchange a salutation of welcome and of love with him, when through the vapours of creation, hungry for knowledge, he flew on with caravans in their migration to space where headlong stars have gone; with love and faith to lean upon, happy first-born of our condition, he knew no evil, no suspicion, his mind undaunted by the length of fruitless aeons sadly falling... so much, so much there was... the strength, the will now fails him for recalling!

He wandered, now long-since outcast; his desert had no refuge in it: and one by one the ages passed, as minute follows after minute, each one monotonously dull. The world he ruled was void and null; the ill he sowed in his existence brought no delight. His technique scored, he found no traces of resistance — yet evil left him deeply bored.

Above the steep Caucasian places heaven’s expatriate flew full-pelt: below him, Kazbek’s diamond-faces glittered with snows that never melt, and far beneath them, dark, arresting as some crevasse where snakes are nesting, Daryal wound its twisted belt, and Terek, lioness-like, was springing, shaggily-maned all down its back; it roared, and mountain beasts and swinging birds high on their circuitous track in the azure heard its lilting water; and clouds from far-off southern lands escorted him in gilded bands toward horizon’s northern quarter; and closely packed massifs of stone, deep-sunk in their mysterious dreaming had bowed their peaks as he had flown above the bed where waves were gleaming; and towered castles on the hard precipice-top, above the entry to Caucasus, in cloud stood guard grim as some Cyclopean sentry! How strange, how savage was the whole divine landscape; but that proud soul viewed with disdain and some derision the product of his Maker’s will; his lofty forehead at this vision expressed no thought, exactly nil.