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"My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; coral is far more red than her lips red.
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; if hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare; as any she belied with false compare."


Every time I think back to my time with Geralt on his quest to chase Ciri and the Wild Hunt, I always return to a single frame. It's the shot of the Bloody Baron sitting in his meagre throne, contemplating the failure of his marriage, the feeling of his fist against her flesh, recalling the pangs of her barbs.

It's an image that stayed with me through all of the game's faults and through the months that have passed since I saw the final screens. It's the most enduring image of any narrative I've experienced in a video game this year.

It might even be my favourite quest line of all time.