Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Andtowhatelse?"

           "Brightlight.Andfire."

           "Soyoucanfightitwithlightandfire?"

           "Youcan,butit’sdangerous.Awitcherdoesn’tuselightorfirebecauseitmakesithardertosee.Everylightcreatesashadowandshadowsmakeithardertogetyourbearings.Onemustalwaysfightindarkness,bymoonorstarlight."

           "Quiteright.You’veremembereditwell,clevergirl.Andnowlookhere,atthisengraving."

           "Eeeueeeuuueee—"

           "Ohwell,trueenough,itisnotabeautifulcu—creature.It’sagraveir.Agraveirisatypeofghoul.Itlooksverymuchlikeaghoulbutisconsiderablylarger.Hecanalsobetoldapart,asyoucansee,bythesethreebonycombsonhisskull.Therestisthesameasanyothercorpse-eater.Takenoteoftheshort,bluntclaws,adaptedfordiggingupgraves,andchurningtheearth.Strongteethforshatteringbonesandalong,narrowtongueusedtolickthedecayingmarrowfromthem.Suchstinkingmarrowisadelicacyforthegraveir...What’sthematter?"

           "Nnnnothing."

           "You’recompletelypale.Andgreen.Youdon’teatenough.Didyoueatbreakfast?"

           "Yeeees.Idiiiidddddd."

           "WhatwasI...Aha.Ialmostforgot.Remember,becausethisisimportant.Graveirs,likeghoulsandothermonstersinthiscategory,donothavetheirownecologicalniche.Theyarerelictsfromtheageoftheinterpenetrationofspheres.Killingthemdoesnotupsettheorderandinterconnectionsofnaturewhichprevailinourpresentsphere.