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Once he had even met a dead Other… It wasn’t one of his most pleasant memories. But there was something left, even there… Was it possible to bring a dead Other back to life? The answer was probably somewhere. In the labyrinth <a href="http://www.belstaffsjackets.co.uk/belstaff-jackets-womens-c-2.html"><strong>belstaff on sale</strong></a> of the archives, classified as top secret, sealed by the Night and Day Watches, with access banned by the Inquisition. The Higher Magicians were bound to have wondered about where Others went when they died, the path that they themselves would eventually follow… But Anton wasn’t supposed to know the answer. He looked through the window at the clouds stretching out below, at the weak glimmering of thousands of auras merged together that indicated cities. The plane was already flying over some part of Poland. Just supposing it wa mbt stockists s possible to bring Fafnir back to life… So what? Maybe he had been a powerful magician, maybe even a Higher Magician, a magician beyond classification… his resurrection wouldn’t change anything in the global balance of power, especially since he would be estranged from human life. He wouldn’t understand modern reality… and cheap mbt shoes if he wa mbt anti shoe s stupid enough to set off around Europe in his Twilight form, he’d be torn mbt online to pieces by rockets, shot with lasers from satellites. They’d use tactical nuclear weapons… while the Japanese howled woefully that Godzilla had come back to life and been killed again… What was it the Dark Ones wanted? Disorder, panic, people screaming about the Apocalypse? Anton squirmed in his chair. He took the plastic cup and the small, two-hundred-gram bottle of dry Hungarian wine from the s mbt clearance miling stewardess. 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But of course, there had been more Cheap mbt shoes than one level to Gesar’s plan, and at the second level another Great Enchantress, his longtime girlfriend Olga, recently rehabilitated after being punished by the leadership <a href="http://www.belstaffsjackets.co.uk/specials.html"><strong>belstaff sale</strong></a> of the Light Ones, had recovered her magical abilitie discount mbt trainers s and used the other half of the Chalk of Destiny to rewrite someone else’s destiny—while all the Dark Ones of Moscow were watching Svetlana. That was the truth that Anton knew. The second level of truth. But maybe there was a third one? Okay he’d have to put that on hold for the time being. What had come next? Alisa Donnikova, a capable witch and member of the Day Watch, although she wasn’t one of the elite. Following a fight between Dark Ones and Light Ones that had obviously been engineered by Zabulon, she completely lost her magical powers. Then she’d been sent on vacation to the Artek Young Pioneers’ camp to recuperate… and Gesar had sent Igor, who had suffered a similar trauma, to the same place. A passionate love had sprung up between them—a terrible, deadly love between a Light magician and a Dark witch. And the outcome was that Alisa was dead, killed by Igor, and Igor himself was on the verge of dematerialization, weighed down by his violation of th mbt lami e Treaty and the burden of his own guilt. Then there was the boy who had accidentally drowned because of him… This wasn’t one of Gesar’s intrigues. Its ruthless and cynical style bore the signature of the Day Watch. Zabulon had sacrificed his girlfriend… but what had he sacrificed her for? To get Igor out of the way? That seemed strange. It had been almost a straight swap. Alisa Donnikova had been a powerful witch. So it was one intrigue in response to another… Then there was the appearance of the Mirror. Gesar was certain it had been impossible to predict, so it must have been a coincidence. But no doubt Gesar and Zabulon had both immediately decided to exploit it… each for his own ends. Anton suppressed the desire to swear out loud. There just wasn’t enough data for an analysis. Nothing but conjectures, blanks, assumptions… And not much was certain about the Regin Brothers either. They’d been lured to Moscow by Zabulon. Had he wanted to spread panic among the members of the Night Watch? <a href="http://www.99tz.net/view.php?id=6"><strong>Homes for sale in Austin | Converse Shoes</strong></a> Or feed the Mirror with Power? The only thing that could have lured the Dark magicians into their insane attack on the Inquisition was a promise to resurrect Fafnir. Naturally, the old magicians, who had seen Fafnir when he was alive, had agreed—it was just about their last chance of victory. Naturally, the young magicians had followed… all those young Finns of African and Asian origin who had been collected one at a time—they were too isolated in their own little world. They thought of what was happening as a game, not an outrageous crime. But what had Zabulon been after? No. Anton didn’t understand a thing. He shook his head and accepted his inability to figure out what was going on. Well then… he’d just have to do the job he’d been given to do. Try to save Igor. Try to make the charges against the Day Watch stick. The plane was already making its approach for landing… The latest issue mbt sale of National Geographic didn’t help Edgar relax. He just couldn’t get into the article about the Italian custom of throwing old things out of the window at New Year and other amusing European New Year rituals. The only thing Edgar took away from the leading paragraphs was a firm determination not to go strolling around any narrow old streets in Italy at New Year. 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