Season of Storms (The Witcher, #6)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

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

They are both – I had the impression – as slippery as turds in mayonnaise. If you know what I mean.’

Which was why he knew that declarations about their safety could be classified along with such statements as: ‘my little dog doesn’t bite’, ‘my son’s a good boy’, ‘this stew’s fresh’, ‘I’ll give you the money back the day after tomorrow at the latest’, ‘he was only getting something out of my eye’, ‘the good of the fatherland comes before everything’, and ‘just answer a few questions and you’re free to go’.

It’s good to feel fear. If you feel fear it means there’s something to be feared, so be vigilant. Fear doesn’t have to be overcome. Just don’t yield to it. And you can learn from it.

Indeed, they’re one step away from creating a woman with a perfectly flat back, so you can fuck her from behind and have somewhere to put a glass of champagne and play solitaire at the same time.

‘“A story is a largely false account, of largely trivial events, fed to us by historians who are largely idiots”,’

A mon retour (hé! je m’en désespere!) Tu m’as reçu d’un baiser tout glacé.

impune est admittendum quod per furorem alicuius accidit.

D’or, dauphin naiant d’azur, lorré, peantré, oreillé, barbé et crêté de gueules.

Dubhenn haern am glândeal, morc’h am fhean aiesin. My gleam penetrates the darkness, my brightness disperses the gloom.