The Time of Contempt (The Witcher #2)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

Thus do I take you, to have and to hold, for the most wondrous and terrible of times, for the best and the worst of times, by day and by night, in sickness and in health. For I love you with all my heart and swear to love you eternally, until death do us part.

We know little about love. Love is like a pear. A pear is sweet and has a distinct shape. Try to define the shape of a pear.

But do you know when stories stop being stories? The moment someone begins to believe in them.