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    It’s a tradition the three of them hold. Whenever one of them finds a book of the right kind, he brings it back to Kaer Morhen to share with the others. They keep the books on a shelf in the library that they inexpertly installed themselves.

    Eskel drags a chair up to form their little semicircle in front of the library fire. Lambert opens the first bottle of krupnikas.

    ‘Well?’ Lambert says. ‘Either of you find a good one this year?’

    ‘Feast your eyes, lads,’ says Eskel with relish, ‘on this.’

    He waves an octavo at them.

    ‘Picked it up in Redania,’ he says. ‘Meant to be very spicy.’

    He waggles his eyebrows, and Geralt grins.

    Jaskier is a romance novelist, and Geralt finds out.

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    01 Dec 2021

  2. Public Bookmark 24

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    The blue carbuncle of the Countess of Morcar has gone missing; so have a number of Christmas geese. Pastiche of “The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle” and “Untitled Goose Game”.

    NB: although there is reference to christmas geese in this fic, there is no goose death. The horrible goose is out to save them all!

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    30 Nov 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 54

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    "The great, loosely packed snowball hits Arthur straight on, collapsing against the strong line of his tense jaw and catching in the fringe of his hair from brow to sideburn. Arthur is perfectly still as it goes soft against the warmth of his cheek and begins to drip icy water down the collar of his greatcoat. Nobody breathes, Merlin included."

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    30 Nov 2021

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    Arthur hadn't really given his soulmate much thought, until he beat a peasant with a broomstick and every blow hurt like he was hitting himself.

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    29 Nov 2021

  5. Public Bookmark 48

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    "This is a very simple experiment, bard." Cold blue eyes met Jaskier's. "The Witcher over there? He's dying. There's only one thing that can save him at this point."

    Jaskier glanced towards Geralt apprehensively; his head lolled back. If he was conscious, he gave no sign of it.

    "I want you to bond him."

    Jaskier jerked, staring at the man in horror. "No."

    Soul-bonding was intimate, a moment reserved in private between two people who had decided to share every joy and every sorrow. They would feel each other's pain, know if the other was on the brink of death. It was a bond that could only be forged with good intention, with the purest motive. There was no way to undo it. Bonding Geralt would mean surrendering half his soul to the Witcher, to experiencing every pain, and every woe. But worse than that. Witchers didn't have souls. Jaskier would be throwing away the greatest connection he could ever experience, for a man who would never be able to return it. Jaskier was romantic enough to admit that he wanted a romance of the ages, and a bond of certainty. 

    Not this.

    "Let me make this easier for you: bond him, or I'll kill you."

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    28 Nov 2021