автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Мара и Морок (англ.)

Лия Арден

echoed others while

stains on the hem

But now I’m splashing through the mud,

“Haven’t you got it yet, little king? Mara’s mine. We have a connection so strong you could never even dream of. You are just an ordinary man, who’ll age and die,”

Hours come and go

There were seven of us, including me. Maras. This is the name people gave us. We can do things common people do: drink

wouldn’t like to stain

I’ll keel over right into the muck

to keep apace with

“So… are you my warden or my defender?” I ask hesitantly.
“Defender.”