Season of Storms (The Witcher, #8)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

swarthy

parotid plexus.

stave.

onlookers.

Guard against disappointments, because appearances can deceive. Things that are really as they seem are rare. And a woman is never as she seems.

swirled

Savouring

gown.”

by a burly and pot-bellied bruiser

plunging cleavage.

malachite-topped

munificence.

delve

gleam

beguile.

carafe.

A witcher sword (fig. 40) distinguishes itself by being, as it were, an amalgam of other swords, the fifth essence of what is best in other weapons. The first-rate steel and manner of forging typical of dwarven foundries and smithies lend the blade lightness, but also extraordinary resilience. A witcher sword is also sharpened in the dwarven fashion, a secret fashion, may we add, and one that shall remain secret forever, for the mountain dwarves guard their arts jealously. For a sword whetted by dwarves can cut in two a silken scarf thrown into the air. We know from the accounts of eyewitnesses that witchers were able to accomplish the same trick with their swords.

Hen Cerbin in Novigrad,

tidings.”

tartly,

hoodlums

dregs

bellyaching

leniently.”

Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury!

the burly porter

sheer,

rippling

woven

drawstring

hopped, stamped and fluffed up your tail—

blemishes.

hefty

swigged

is one of those women who ought to always wear a conspicuous warning sign. One proclaiming ‘Look but don’t touch.’

“She’s playing with you and toying with you.”

boughs

veritable tidal

famed

I shall reveal one secret to you. About witcher swords. It’s poppycock that they have some kind of secret power. And that they are supposedly wonderful weapons. That there are no better ones. It’s all fiction, invented for the sake of appearances. I know this from a quite certain source.

behove

hectically.

Conger

v...

sim...

déshabillé,

ceaselessly.

longue

embroidered

tassel.