Sword of Destiny (The Witcher)

You’re more than that, Ciri. Much more.’

‘Believe me, you’re the greatest surprise I could have come across.’

Love doesn’t just mean taking, one also has to be able to give up things, to make sacrifices!

You were made for each other, you and the Witcher. But nothing will come of it. Nothing. I’m sorry.’

The sight of you makes me feel wonderful.

Geralt…’ he suddenly felt something tearing in him. ‘Vesemir gave me that name. Geralt of Rivia! I even learned to imitate a Rivian accent. Probably from an inner need to possess a homeland. Even if it was an invented one. Vesemir… gave me my name. Vesemir also revealed yours. Not very willingly.’

‘Be quiet, Geralt

‘Or perhaps destiny?’ he asked, astonished, for the excitement and nervousness had suddenly evaporated from him completely. ‘Do you believe in destiny, Visenna?’

‘Yes,’ she replied after a while. ‘I do.’

‘That people linked by destiny will always find each other?’ he continued.

‘Yes, I believe that too… What are you doing? Don’t turn over…’

‘I want to look into your face… Visenna. I want to look into your eyes. And you… You must look into mine.’

The medallion around his neck began to vibrate very gently. So there was also magic in the draught. He widened his pupils with difficulty. Now that she had raised his head he could examine her more precisely. She was dainty. She was wearing men’s clothing. Her face was small and pale in the darkness

e. But the killer was no novice. He dropped into a crouch and also moved around in a semi-circle with soft, feline steps. He unexpectedly bounded forward, swung his sword and whirled, shortening the distance. The Witcher did not meet him halfway, but restricted himself to a swift, high feint which forced the killer to dodge. Levecque stooped over, offered a quarte, hiding the hand with the dagger behind

His mare neighed and dashed ahead, straight towards the bridge, dancing over the chasm.