Lilac and Gooseberries
Sword of Destiny
- But me… It’s all the same to me, because Essi smells of verbena, not of lilac and gooseberry; she doesn’t have cold and electrifying skin; Essi’s hair is not a black tornado of shiny curls; Essi’s eyes are beautiful, sweet, hot and blue, but they are no deep purple, cold and dispassionate. Essi will fall asleep afterward, will turn her face and part her lips; Essi will not smile in triumph. Because Essi… Essi is not Yennefer.
Blood of Elves
- “No,” he protested and his voice quivered. “No, Triss.” “Please.” “She wasn’t speaking to me.” “I know. She was speaking to me. Tell me, please.” “After coming to … When I picked her up . . . She whispered: ‘Forget about him. Don’t torture him.’” “I won’t,” she said quietly“ But I can’t forget. Forgive me.” “I am the one who ought to be asking for forgiveness. And not only asking you.” “You love her that much,” she stated, not asking. “That much,” he admitted in a whisper after a long moment of silence
Time of Contempt
- Yes, he said in his thoughts, yes, you are correct. There’s
only her, her at my side, here and now, and this is all that matters. Here and
now. And where she was before, with whom she was, doesn’t matter in the
slightest. Now, she is with me, here, among you. With me and no one else.
That’s what I’m thinking about; thinking about her, all the time, feeling the
scent of her perfume and the warmth of her body. And you can choke on the envy.
Season of Storms
- From the depth look violet eyes. Raven black hair fall on shoulders, shining, reflecting light like peacocks feathers, coiling and waving with the smallest movement. “About the swords,” Coral reminded him, quietly and maliciously. “You were supposed to think about swords.”