Season of Storms (The Witcher, #6)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

‘I dream of sailing away one day,’ she continued, when he remained silent. ‘All alone. Set sail and put out to sea . . . Far, far away. All the way to the horizon. Only water and sky all around. The salt foam splashes me, the wind tugs my hair in an utterly male caress. And I’m alone, completely alone, endlessly alone among the strange and hostile elements. Solitude amid a sea of strangeness. Don’t you dream of that?’ No, I don’t, he thought. I have it every day.