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288 pages, Hardcover
First published January 31, 1993
鈥淧eople鈥濃€擥eralt turned his head鈥斺€渓ike to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves.鈥�
鈥淚n order to become a witcher, you have to be born in the shadow of destiny, and very few are born like that. That's why there are so few of us. We're growing old, dying, without anyone to pass our knowledge, our gifts, on to. We lack successors. And this world is full of Evil which waits for the day none of us are left.鈥�
鈥淥nly Evil and Greater Evil exist and beyond them, in the shadows, lurks True Evil. True Evil, Geralt, is something you can barely imagine, even if you believe nothing can still surprise you. And sometimes True Evil seizes you by the throat and demands that you choose between it and another, slightly lesser, Evil.鈥�
鈥淟ove and blood. They both possess a mighty power. Wizards and learned men have been racking their brains over this for years...鈥�
鈥淒uring his life, the witcher had met thieves who looked like town councilors, councilors who looked like beggars, harlots who looked like princesses, princesses who looked like calving cows and kings who looked like thieves.鈥�
- the voice of reason [***] this is okay. not really necessary, but a decent narrative to tie all the stories together.
- the witcher [****] a great introduction to geralt and the world of the witcher. very thrilling hunt and story.
- a grain of truth [****] i enjoyed this, probably because its new and not included in the netflix adaptation. i love the beauty and the beast vibes.
- the lesser evil [****] OMG THE BUTCHER OF BLAVIKEN!
- a question of price [] i LOVE this because it basically provides the reason for everything. i love a good origin story.
- the edge of the word [***] probably my least favourite story. dandelion is a delight, but overall the story is a little boring.
- the last wish [] geralt and yennefer are my OTP.
鈥淧eople," Geralt turned his head, "like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing unicorn with arrows, they like to think that the Bane entering cottages at daybreak is more monstrous than they are. They feel better then. They find it easier to live.鈥�
鈥淓vil is evil, Stregobor,鈥� said the witcher seriously as he got up. 鈥淟esser, greater, middling, it's all the same. Proportions are negotiated, boundaries blurred. I鈥檓 not a pious hermit. I haven't done only good in my life. But if I鈥檓 to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all.鈥�
鈥淭hey weren't lying. They firmly believed it all. Which doesn't change the facts.鈥�
鈥淭here鈥檚 a grain of truth in every fairy tale鈥�
鈥淣onsense,鈥� said the witcher. 鈥淎nd what鈥檚 more, it doesn鈥檛 rhyme. All decent predictions rhyme.鈥�
鈥淣o. I鈥檝e no time to waste. Winter鈥檚 coming.鈥�
Yennefer, also having gained practices, landed him a blow with her elbow. The sudden move split her dress at the armpit, revealing a shapely breast. An oyster flew from her torn dress.
The girl flitted closer, threw off her mantle and slowly, hesitantly, rested her knee on the edge of the large bed. He observed her through lowered lashes, still not betraying his wakefulness. The girl carefully climbed onto the bedclothes, ad onto him, wrapping her thighs around him. Leaning forward on straining arms, she brushed his face with hair which smelt of chamomile. Determined, and as if impatient, she leant over and touches his eyelids, cheeks, lips with the tips of her breasts.
Melitele's cult, he deduced, was a typical woman's cult. Melitele was, after all, the patroness of fertility and birth; she was the guardian of midwives. And a woman in labour has to scream. Apart from the usual cries - usually promising never to give herself to any bloody man ever again in her life - a woman in labour has to call upon some godhead for help, and Melitele was perfect. And since women gave birth, give birth and will continue to give birth, the goddess Melitele, the poet proved, did not have to fear for her popularity.
'I do happen to know. And that she earns even more for curing infertility. It's a shame she can't help herself more in that respect. That's why she's seeking help from others - like you.'
'No one can help her, it's impossible. She's a sorceress. Like most female magicians, her ovaries are atrophied and it's irreversible. She'll never be able to have children.'
'Not all sorceress are handicapped in this respect. I know something about that, and you do, too.'
But Yennefer . . . Well, unfortunately, she isn鈥檛 an exception. At least not as regards the handicap we鈥檙e talking about. In other respect it鈥檚 hard to find a greater exception for her.
鈥橳heir outright insane tendency to cruelty, aggression, sudden bursts of anger and an unbridled temperament, were noted.鈥�
鈥榊ou can say that about any women,鈥� sneered Geralt. 鈥榃hat are you drivelling on about?鈥�