Season of Storms (The Witcher, #8)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster; for if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you.

I consider gazing into the abyss utter foolishness. There are many things in the world much more worth gazing into.

feelers and bristles.

pedipalps.

bolted frantically.

dazed

aurochs.

halves?”

weary

plafond

curule

buccaneering.

cabotage,

cowpat.

bony and sinewy,

proviso.

thin bast slippers

totter.”

upheaval.

kilter

harlot

plunder

masts

paupers,

abattoirs and shambles,

embittered

bore scuds of dense foam

wholly

morsels

Geralt, who always maintained there was no such thing as an ugly woman, suddenly felt compelled to revise this opinion.

midriff

guffawed.

docket.

uncouth.

garishly

veal shank

aubergines.

chicory

monkfish

What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?

forlorn

winnowing

naiant,

bluntly

docket…”

unaided.

phoney

staves

skint.”

capstan