The Time of Contempt (The Witcher #2)
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“Astonishingly logical of you. And so original it takes the breath away.”
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“Why don’t cats like you, Geralt? Does it have something to do with the—” “Yes,” he interrupted, “it does.”
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“Damn and blast!” roared Codringher. “You didn’t even flinch, you whoreson!” Geralt turned back and smiled. Quite hideously. “Why should I have flinched? I could hear you aiming to miss.”
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The wind blew from the posts and the sickening stench of rotting corpses drifted above the crossroads. “Wonderful scenery,” said Yennefer,
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She knew she was forbidden to disturb or distract Yennefer while she combed her hair. The arresting and apparently careless disarray of her wavy, luxuriant locks was the result of long, hard work and demanded no little effort.
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An enchantress always takes action. Wrongly or rightly; that is revealed later. But you should act, be brave, seize life by the scruff of the neck. Believe me, little one, you should only regret inactivity, indecisiveness, hesitation. You shouldn’t regret actions or decisions, even if they occasionally end in sadness and regret.
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“A coward,” he declared with dignity, when he’d stopped coughing and had got his breath back, “dies a hundred times. A brave man dies but once. But Dame Fortune favours the brave and holds cowards in contempt.”
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“The cornet in the fort said he was a freeloader, a coward and a knobhead. But he’s a valiant, military gentleman, even if he is a poetaster.” The voice of the gloomy soldier was carried to Dandelion’s ears.
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Heard what he said? That he’s an embarrassador. You can be sure they don’t make any old bugger an embarrassador. You’ve got to have your head screwed on to be made an embarrassador…”
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“Ciri was right,” whispered the Witcher. “Neutrality… Neutrality is always contemptible.”
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Because the one who is alone will perish; from hunger, from the sword, from the arrow, from makeshift peasant clubs, from the noose, or in flames. The one who is alone will perish; stabbed, beaten or kicked to death, defiled, like a toy passed from hand to hand.