The piercing glance of violet eyes, with which the enchantress and then leans back unruly strands of color Voronova wing, haunted the Witcher — not when she was near, nor even in the days of separation.
Amethyst spark, every minute all the mischief, the malice, once engendered in the heart of the Witcher whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Yes, not always pleasant, but always — unforgettable. So much so that even in periods of loud and bravura breakups, he sought that wild and icy-hot flame in others...

I never have.