“Dandelion spoke first; elaborately, fluently, colourfully and volubly, embellishing his tale with ornaments so beautiful and fanciful they almost obscured the fibs and confabulations. Then the Witcher spoke. He spoke the same truth, and spoke so dryly, boringly and flatly… — 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,… — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
“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
