The Song of Seraphine
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  • Parts 8
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  • Reads 600
  • Votes 11
  • Parts 8
  • Time 2h 54m
Ongoing, First published Feb 02, 2020
A collection of short stories retelling the life of Seraphine, a simple girl in the Northern Kingdoms that kills monsters for a living and whom also has the luck of running into none other than Geralt of Rivia himself.  Drama, comedic relief, lots of sarcasm and wit, not to mention possible love!  What more could you want?
Rated M for language!

"Done this before?" he asked and she nodded.  "What for?"
She let out an amused puff of air before looking at him, this time catching his yellow eyes with her own hazel ones.  "Same as you, Witcher, for coin," she said before taking another sip of water.  "Women can do two things for coin, sell their bodies to a stranger or sell their souls to a husband.  I've witnessed the latter and found it didn't suit me and I have no interest in the former," she said and stood back up to examine her beast.
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