The Last Wish: Introducing The Witcher
Andrzej Sapkowski
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0316029181
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Geralt of Rivia is a witcher. A cunning sorcerer. A merciless assassin.
And a cold-blooded killer.
His sole purpose: to destroy the monsters that plague the world.
But not everything monstrous-looking is evil and not everything fair is good. . . and in every fairy tale there is a grain of truth.
For fans of the video game and the uninitiated alike, The Last Wish is the opening chapter of The Witcher series.
for such things in Wyzim. But I’m a just man, so I will listen to you, before you are executed. Speak.” The Rivian unbuttoned his jerkin and pulled out a wad of white goat leather. “You nail this crossways, in taverns,” he said quietly. “Is what's written here true?” “Ah.” Velerad grunted, looking at the runes etched into the leather. “So that's it. And I didn't guess at once. Yes, it's true. It's signed by Foltest, King of Temeria, Pontar and Mahakam, which makes it true. A proclamation is a
Strept, a barrel of beer, Drogodar, a chair and Drogodar's lute. “It's pure, primordial Force!” the druid yelled over the racket and clatter. “She's got no control over it!” “I know!” Geralt yelled back. A roast pheasant with a few striped feathers still stuck in its rump, fell from nowhere and thumped him in the back. “She has to be restrained! The walls are starting to crack!” “I can see!” “Ready?” “Yes!” “One! Two! Now!” They both hit her simultaneously, Geralt with the Sign of Aard
noble Eist Tuirseach of Skellige has made me a very interesting proposition.” “Calanthe—” “Yes, Eist, I accept. I’ve never before listened to a confession of love while lying on the floor amidst fragments of my own throne but…How did you put it, Duny? This is all that counts and I don't advise anyone to stand in the way of my happiness. And you, what are you staring at? I’m not as old as you think.” “Today's youth,” muttered Mousesack. “The apple doesn't fall far—” “What are you muttering,
completely mad—the villages are teeming with girls but they want humanoids. Another asks me to kill a mecopteran and bring him a bone from its hand because, crushed and poured into a soup, it cures impotence—” “That's rubbish,” interrupted Dandilion. “I’ve tried it. It doesn't strengthen anything and it makes the soup taste of old socks. But if people believe it and are inclined to pay—” “I’m not going to kill mecopterans. Nor any other harmless creatures.” “Then you'll go hungry. Unless you
your own. Your body was also subjected to changes which are irreversible. She surprises you, but what about you? It ought to be clear to you too, that you're never going to be human, but you still keep trying to be one. Making human mistakes. Mistakes a witcher shouldn't be making.” He leaned against the wall of the cave and wiped the sweat from his brow. “You're not answering,” stated Nenneke, smiling faintly. “I’m not surprised. It's not easy to speak with the voice of reason. You're sick,