Sword of Destiny (The Witcher, #0.7)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

She also possessed a very expertly stuffed unicorn, on whose back she liked to make love.

Here a cultured man can live life to the full.’ ‘Let’s live it one lane further on,’ suggested Geralt, glancing at a tramp who had squatted down and was defecating, eyes bulging, in an alleyway.

You know, Ciri, you can die from having your head cut off.’

‘Is it Roach? Roach was a bay, and she’s a chestnut.’ ‘All of my horses are called Roach.

‘You found me! Oh, Geralt! I was waiting all the time! For so very long . . . We’ll be together now, won’t we? Now we’ll be together, won’t we? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!’ ‘Forever, Ciri.’