You can’t hurt the woman…or take the child. I won’t let you.
Because I’ve understood that the sun shines differently when something changes, but I’m not the axis of those changes.
I am alive and getting back into the swing of writing. Feel free to message for storyline discussion or like this and I’ll get to you. B)
Dark Horse Comics and CD Project Red have announced a new five part digital comic series, The Witcher: Curse of Crows!
Written by Paul Tobin, The Witcher: Curse of Crows follows Witchers Geralt and Ciri in a brand new story, set after The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. With striking artwork from Piotr Kowalski, this looks to be a treat for any fan of the Witcher franchise!
Rafal Jaki from CDPR said:
the story takes place after w3 - in our minds Ciri has become a Witcher and is traveling with Geralt so you can say it is “canon” but we had to make a choice to tell the story. If your Ciri is gone or she is with Emhyr that is still valid :) - SPOILER you will see Yen but no Triss
I very rarely promote my own stuff but my short story, The Wind Rider, is now available to be purchased as part of New Realm’s latest Magazine. Buy it for $3.99 and there are other great stories with it from established fantasy writers and new.
Freak, Vagrant, Mutant, Gwynbleidd, White One, White Wolf Geralt of Rivia.
"I will as soon as we’re out of sight,” the witcher grunted, her hand colliding with his back having little effect. She might have freed men, soldiers, women and children bowing to her, but Geralt bowed to no one. Getting her away from the crowd was preferrable to being swamped by hands desperate to touch her, to drive a knife into her back.
He carried her around the back end of the market, out of the sun and to where the small fountain was so she could have her solitude and time to think as she wished. Geralt dropped her down gently, peering around the corner to make sure no one was following. “I was improvising,” he said. “Seemed like the quickest way at the time.”
The Witcher 3 editing challenge - favourite platonic relationship: Geralt and Dandelion
You'll remember me when the west wind moves Among the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky, When we walked in fields of gold So she took her love for to gaze awhile, Among the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold. I never made promises lightly, And there have been some that I've broken, But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold
Bard songs
A wolf’s glare
”Don’t you…don’t you dare leave me alone again!”
The weight of her words hung over him, and he remembered feeling exactly the same as when he needed to rescue her before the Conclave in Loc Muinne. Fear. It’d welled up inside him now as it had then. Fear of losing her, fear of not being fast enough. Geralt took her into his arms, as much to quell his own restlessness as to shield her from the horrors of the world.
He could hear her heart beating, a ragged rhythm that was slowly returning to normal. The witch hunters lay dead at his feet and all he could think about was how it was better them than her. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” Geralt spoke soothingly, his hand rubbing her back.
The witcher pressed his lips to her forehead, happy she was alive, happy she was safe.