lamberts:Dandelion clenched his teeth with anger and despair. “Well? Where is the witcher hidi
lamberts:Dandelion clenched his teeth with anger and despair. “Well? Where is the witcher hiding? What is the place called?”The poet remained silent. The rope tightened, twisting his hands painfully, and his feet left the ground. Dandelion let out a howl, brief and broken.— Blood of Elves by Andrzej Sapkowski -- source link