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I shit on justice!" yelled the mayor, not caring if there were any voters under the window.

We be decent thieves, not some politicals.

don't try to charm me with your hard and insolent masculinity.

In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.

I can hear… music…" Dandelion suddenly sobbed. "It happens," said the witcher, looking at the arrowheads. "Don't worry. There's no shame in fear.

At a certain moment the vampire glanced at the Witcher, smiled, and nodded in acknowledgement and admiration.

And sometimes I have doubts. Would you like your son to have doubts like that?' 'Why not?' the merchant said gravely. 'He might as well. For it's a human and a good thing.' 'What?' 'Doubts. Only evil, sir, never has any.

Nonsense," said the witcher. "And what's more, it doesn't rhyme. All decent predictions rhyme.

You inspire trust," he said, "although I know what a rogue you are.

I waited here, in the tavern - it wasn't fitting, after all, for me to follow you into that haven of dubious delight and certain gonorrhea.

serio como un burdel un lunes por la mañana

Shut up, Dandelion,' the Witcher said. 'I have no intention of so doing. In fact I plan to compose the Ballad of the Two Tits. Please don't interfere.' 'Dandelion,' Dorregaray sniffed through his bloody nose. 'Be serious.' 'I am being bloody serious.

In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.' 'That

Queen Calanthe wants her to marry someone from Skellige; an alliance with the islanders would mean a lot to us.' 'Why them?' 'Those they're allied with aren't attacked as often as others.' 'A good reason.

Local nitwits pretended to be well-informed.

Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde. Vesemir thought it was ridiculous; pretentious and idiotic. I dare say he was right.

There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale," said the witcher quietly. "Love and blood. They both posses a mighty power.

The goathorn's aim was true and he appeared to have an endless supply of balls.

Il gatto, col gatto, sul gatto... e gli uomini? chiederete. Al diavolo gli uomini». Nulla da aggiungere, nulla da togliere. Soltanto applaudire.

The princess looks like a striga!" he yelled. "Like the most strigish striga I have heard of!

I asked out of an inappropriate curiosity born of the desire to start new rumours going around the inns.

Cintra is correctly written Xin'trea. Whereas my name comes from Zireael for that means Swallow

Verily, great self-righteousness and great blindness are needed to call the gore pouring from the scaffold justice.

One thing is certain," muttered the witcher, sweeping his eyes over the tangled jungle of hemp spreading before them. "This devil is not stupid.