The Witcher had a knife to his throat. He was wallowing in a wooden tub, brimfull with soapsuds, his head thrown agains the slippery rim. The bitter taste of soap lingered in his mouth as the knife, blunt as a doorknob, scraped his Adam's apple painfully and moved towards his chin with a grating sound.
Andrzej SapkowskiTags: fantasy fiction andrzej-sapkowski
Only death can finish the fight, everything else only interrupts the fighting.
Andrzej SapkowskiTags: fantasy fiction andrzej-sapkowski the-witcher
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