Character: Geralt of Rivia. Page 1

Sometimes you have to make decisions and not look back.

Sometimes you have to make decisions and not look back.

Someday I'll make you a necklace of dragon teeth. The most beautiful in the world!
- No. We have to live and let others live.
What does that mean?
Is our code. It is necessary to keep the principles. Otherwise the whole world will plunge into chaos.

Evil is evil, Stregobor. A smaller, more average. The essence is the same. I'm not one to judge, I do not only were doing good in life. But now, if I have to choose between one evil and another, I prefer not to choose at all.

Humanity will disappear, too. But, unlike elves, we are after themselves, little will leave in this world.

You sound like prilosec, you look like prilosec... and you just prilosec.

Twice death to see, but once is inevitable.

- Tell me more, sire Gakso the occasion of the feast?
- Princess Pavetta turns fifteen, according to custom, showed up the contenders for her hand. Calanta the Queen wants her to marry someone from Skellige. We need an Alliance with the islanders.
- Why with them?
- To those with whom they have a Union, they attack less often than others.
- Substantial reason...

They entered the house. I say: people out. And they snap, crackle my stones. Here I am smack!
- If it was, as you say, they do run into trouble... I forgive you. This time. But if you kill another person, I'll come back and cut off your head. Understand?
- No. A lot of words. Headache.
- So, again... If you have people whack, I'm whack, boom, boom.
And, I'm not slash.

All the legends are beautiful. Especially elves. In reality, usually it's much worse.

- Why do you drink?
- Vodka is good. Head hurts. The mind is not painful.

- I knew you wouldn't understand.
- I do not understand, right. Never. But what's the matter, you know. Your great, your great deeds, your war, your struggle for the salvation of the world... Your goal that justifies the means... Listen up, Philip. Hear voices, shouting? Cats are fighting for their great cause. For absolute power over a bunch of garbage. This is not a joke, there is blood and flying pieces of wool. There is a war. But I highly do not care about all these wars and your cat.

Women swords, bards getting into politics... What times...

All the legends are beautiful. Especially elves. The reality is much worse.