“Spell?” The priest proudly raised his head. “I’m not a godless sorcerer! I don't cast spells! My power comes from faith and prayer!” “Can you or can't you?” “I can.” “Then get on with it, because time's pressing on.” “Geralt,” — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“The princess looks like a striga!” he yelled. “Like the most strigish striga I have heard of!” — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“There are things in heaven and earth that even philosophers have never dreamed about.” — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“The moon shines bright, The vampire alights Swish, swish goes his cloak . . . Maiden, are you not afeared?” — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“For whoever doesn’t overcome the cowardice inside themselves will die of fear to the end of their days. The” — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“I predict a bad end for your race, humans,’ Zoltan Chivay said grimly. ‘Every sentient creature on this earth, when it falls into want,… — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“But, Dandelion, I could never resist the temptation of having a look at something that doesn’t exist.” — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“Your mother gives birth to you only once and only once do you die,' the witcher said calmly. 'An appropriate philosophy for a louse, don't you agree? And your longevity? I pity you, Filavandrel.' The elf raised his eyebrows. 'Why?' 'You're pathetic, with your little stolen sacks of seeds on pack horses, with your handful of grain, that tiny crumb… — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share
“The Witcher had a knife to his throat. He was wallowing in a wooden tub, brimfull with soapsuds, his head thrown agains the slippery… — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“I’ll pay back what I owe,’ he said quietly. ‘I won’t forget. It may happen that one day you’ll be in need of help.… — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“The Witcher bounding softly, the girl trotting, the Witcher on his knees, the girl’s thin hands around his neck, the mousy hair on his… — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, not… — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
Lesser, greater, middling, it's all the same. Proportions are negotiated, boundaries blurred. I'm not a pious hermit, I haven't done only good in my… — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
