Blood of Elves (The Witcher, #1)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

Children of elves, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, half-elves, quarter-elves and toddlers of mysterious provenance neither knew nor recognised racial or social divisions. At least, not yet.

‘The Time of Contempt will come,

The blood of elves!”

certain characters of which you sang interest me. I am concerned with the true fate of your ballad’s heroes.

“I am called Rience.

do not sing about the Lion Cub of Cintra.”

“She’s our destiny.”

Can you turn me into a boy?”

“You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.”

For a moment, Geralt felt a sincere desire to tell the scholar where he could put the aeschna and its niche, but he changed his mind.

“The White Flame,”

You have made a mistake. You mistook the stars reflected in the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.

You mistake the stars reflected in the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.”

You thought you were taking a child, a little girl, into your care. You were wrong. You’ve taken in a flame which could at any moment set the world alight. Our world.

daughter.

“What are you looking at like that?” “At that tree. That linden tree.” “And what’s so interesting about it?” “Nothing. I’m simply feasting my eyes on it. I’m happy that… I can see it.” “I don’t understand.” “Good.”