Blood of Elves (The Witcher, #1)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

chainmail-clad arms. There

bleated

lengthily.

sternly

sundry.

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.

bestowed

rife.

bickering

aloft

taut

string.

damp

dimmed

skewer

cleavage

“You travelled with him,” she said finally. “Thanks to you he was not alone. You were a friend to him. You were with him.”

loiter

Intolerance and superstition has always been the domain of the more stupid amongst the common folk and, I conjecture, will never be uprooted, for they are as eternal as stupidity itself. There, where mountains tower today, one day there will be seas; there where today seas surge, will one day be deserts. But stupidity will remain stupidity.

boulders

logs

churned

nook

ravine

jagged boulders.

meandered

gnarled,

stunted

tric...

peb...

gully

lampoon,

barrow.”

tapestries

contrite,

Trial of Grasses

alembics,

wallops

Flair.

thumps

Even when something bad happens to you, you have to go straight back to that piece of equipment or you get frightened. And if you’re frightened you’ll be hopeless at the exercise. You mustn’t give up.

“Pox, plague, shit and leprosy! I’m going to kill those cursed idiots!”

indrawn

bestowed

clutch

brandish

hitherto

‘sleigh’?”

Anyone who doesn’t know other languages is handicapped.

“Myself. A woman accentuates her beauty for her own self-esteem.”