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Bookbug Thread

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“It’s Dandelion this time, your fellow. The idler, parasite, and good-for-nothing, that priest of art, the bright shining star of the ballad and love poem. As usual, he’s radiant with fame, puffed up like a pig’s bladder and stinking of beer. Do you want to see him?”

Geralt: “Of course. He’s my friend, after all.”

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I still have yet to read these.
Really need to one day.

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there are Witcher comics too?!

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‘Get up, Geralt!’ the troubadour yelled. ‘Get on your blasted feet!’ ‘I can’t,’ the Witcher groaned, blinded by the precious flour, seizing in both hands his knee, which had been shot through by an overwhelming pain. ‘Save yourself. Dandelion…’ ‘I won’t leave you!’

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Does that mean he won’t be able to talk?’ ‘Talk, yes. Maybe. Not sing.’ Geralt sat down at the table without saying a word and rested his forehead on his clenched fists.”

(Geralt having a moment of silence for his poor bard and his potential to never hear him sing again) - The Last Wish part II, pg. 221

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“I know I’m going to die in some cave which stinks of carcasses, torn apart by a griffin, lamia, or manticore. But I don’t want to die in a war, because they’re not my wars.”


— Geralt, Blood of Elves

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“To be neutral does not mean to be indifferent or insensitive. You don’t have to kill your feelings. It’s enough to kill hatred within yourself.”


— Geralt, Blood of Elves

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Intolerance and superstition has always been the domain of the more stupid amongst the common folk and, I conjecture, will never be uprooted, for they are as eternal as stupidity itself. There, where mountains tower today, one day there will be seas; there where today seas surge, will one day be deserts. But stupidity will remain stupidity.

Andrzej Sapkowski, Blood of Elves (The Witcher)

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Geralt goes on and on in the books about Yennefer’s smell

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"They lay still among the dishevelled sheets, among thrills, among steaming warmth and waning happiness and among silence, and all around whirled vague darkness, permeated by the scent of the night and the voices of cicadas. Geralt knew that, in moments like this, the enchantress’s telepathic abilities were sharpened and very powerful, so he thought about beautiful matters and beautiful things. About things which would give her joy. About the exploding brightness of the sunrise. About fog suspended over a mountain lake at dawn. About crystal waterfalls, with salmon leaping up them, gleaming as though made of solid silver. About warm drops of rain hitting burdock leaves, heavy with dew. He thought for her and Yennefer smiled, listening to his thoughts. The smile quivered on her cheek along with the crescent shadows of her eyelashes."
Time Of Contempt

Andrzej Sapkowski

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“You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.”

― Blood of Elves

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'Who are you, Geralt of Rivia, to claim to be an oracle in matters of laws and customs?'
'He knows this law better than anyone else,' Mousesack said in a hoarse voice, 'because it applied to him once. He was taken from his home because he was what his father hadn't expected to find on his return. Because he was destined for other things. And by the power of destiny he became what he is.'
'And what is he?'
'A witcher.'
In the silence that reigned the guardhouse bell struck, announcing midnight in a dull tone. Everyone shuddered and raised their heads.
- excerpt from The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski

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holy crap