He thought of Yennefer. Her scent of lilac and gooseberries seemed to transcend the medium. Whether etched in stone, printed by a Gutenberg press, or encoded in a mobile file, her storm-cloud eyes and the binding tie of his "Last Wish" remained unchanged.
He laid back, the weight of his history pressing into the mattress. Somewhere, in a world of machines and electricity, a reader was just turning the first digital page, entering the forest of Brokilon for the very first time. El Ultimo Deseo Andrzej Sapkowski epub
The air in the temple of Melitele smelled of stale incense and old stone, a scent Geralt of Rivia had grown to associate with the slow, agonizing process of healing. He sat on the edge of his cot, the white bandages around his torso a stark contrast to his pale, mutation-scarred skin. He thought of Yennefer
In that strange reality, a traveler wouldn't need to visit the Great Library of Cintra to hear of Geralt’s exploits. They would simply tap a glass screen, and the words of El Último Deseo (The Last Wish) would manifest instantly. No heavy tomes to carry on a Roach-back, no pages yellowed by swamp water. He laid back, the weight of his history