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  1. Rec 79

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    Jaskier’s in the tavern, playing for a decent-sized crowd and thinking of nothing in particular besides the next song he’s going to sing.

    The tavern door bangs open between verses, and a soaked to the bone man in black and blood staggers through it, clutching an unconscious girl in his arms. Jaskier stares, and his audience stares too. The man collapses. A couple of the young men run over.

    “The girl,” the man rasps. “Help . . . the girl.”

    Well, even if the silhouette weren’t screamingly recognizable, Jaskier would know that voice anywhere.

    It’s Geralt.

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    24 Oct 2020

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    24 Oct 2020

  3. Rec 53

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    In which Emhyr goes a bit too far, and then Geralt goes as far as he needs to, and back again.

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    22 Oct 2020

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    "Look, the whole of London's cracking up," she told him. "I'm finding it hard enough to work as it is without my commute being screwed up by the buses going on strike, and half my books turning into birds. That angel is wrecking everything, but in particular, my life - and you're too busy hating yourself to open your eyes and deal with it. I'm telling you, it has to stop." 

         "Is that all still happening?" Crowley said vaguely. "But I found him."

         "Oh my God, you can tell you don't commute," Anathema said. "The buses went on strike, Mr. Crowley."

         "That's perfectly normal for London. You'll learn."

          "You're not listening! Not the drivers, the buses. They're organising - meeting in secret, holding little candlelight vigils. Nobody else really knows what's going on - everyone's just assuming it's, like, general TfL incompetence or something - but it's only a matter of time. So what are you going to do about it?"

        "Er... have they submitted a list of their demands?" Crowley said helplessly.

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    In which Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, Conqueror of the North, would really prefer not to be receiving handsome young men as tribute.

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    11 Oct 2020

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