"Where would I go, Geralt?" she answered quietly, certain he would hear her. "There is no where I can go that is not touched by... whatever this is."

She felt it even in the city; she felt it in her dreams. Even those had become more persistent: dreams of running and running and the heat of the fiery bull on her back. The cold feel of the surf around her legs. A castle falling into the sea. A prince.

She wished she could forget all of it.

"What has it done to you?"