Sword of Destiny (The Witcher, #0.7)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

Subjects for ballads aren’t fir cones, you don’t find them under a tree.

“Why not?” the merchant said gravely. “He might as well. For it’s a human and a good thing.” “What?” “Doubts. Only evil, sir, never has any. But no one can escape his destiny.”