No good deed goes unpunished in the cynical world of The Witcher. Crossroads of Ravens opens with our young hero, Geralt not-yet-of-Rivia, about to be punished for the crime of rescuing a peasant father and daughter. Multiple authorities take him to task for daring to play hero, all for entirely self-serving reasons, until an older witcher named Preston Holt steps in to save Geralt H25 and position himself as the boy's new mentor.
Crossroads of Ravens begins as it means to go on. Chapter two opens with a description of a peasant standing in fresh cowshit to keep his feet warm. It's a book about the mud and muck of its medieval world, one that jams its characters into moral quagmires as well as physical ones.
Being a prequel, it's obliged to explain how various familiar things came to be. There's nothing as obnoxious as the "why he's called Han Solo" bit from Solo, though there is a "why he wears a headband" bit to remind us that Book Geralt does indeed wear a headband, and if you ever wondered about the identity of the anonymous author of that Monstrum book about how terrible witchers are that gets quoted at the start of various chapters in the saga, well, there's an answer for you here. Geralt's potions get names too, though different names to the ones the videogames gave them, which feels like another h25 com สล็อต moment of Sapkowski stamping his own stake on the canon.
Since it's set before Geralt meets Yennefer and Dandelion and various other familiar cast members—though Nenneke features fairly heavily—Geralt is alone for extended sections of Crossroads of Ravens, and even when he's not, he's less garrulous than Old Man Geralt became. The extended philosophizing that's a fun part of the other books is absent here, and missed, as are the viewpoints of other people. There's a little of that, especially in the letters between characters that introduce some chapters, but don't expect the point-of-view leapfrogging that became a hallmark of the books from The Blood of Elves onwards.
There's also nothing as awkward as the scene in The Blood of Elves where members of Dandelion's audience argue with each other to present in-character exposition for pages and pages, so thank goodness for that. But I did miss chatty Geralt.
Toward the end Crossroads of Ravens pulls up its big-boy pants and decides to build to a resolution, abandoning the episodic monster hunts in favor of something more. That something more is a revenge story, which isn't a trope I love. Meeting a bunch of bad people then seeing them get their comeuppance is a difficult thing to sustain interest in as the only motivation for a character, though I'm not telling you anything you don't already know unless you're one of the people who liked Kill Bill Vol. 2 as much as Kill Bill Vol. 1.
Sapkowski does find a way to make Crossroads of Ravens more than just another "watch these shitheads get what they deserve" story, twisting it back into the grappling-with-destiny that's core to the series. It ends up feeling like a deliberate contrast to Season of
Storms. Where Sapkowski's previous return to the series we all thought he was done with was more of a romp, a shaggy-dog ramble with old fave Dandelion along for the ride, Crossroads of Ravens doubles down on the series' pessimistic view of human nature, which it then uses as deliberate contrast to the heroes' actions. Geralt, rough around the edges as he is, gets to be the outsider who highlights a society's corruption by standing outside it.
Freshly hewn direct from the rock in his youth he's rougher than ever, and it's satisfying to see him struggle h25 com เข้าสู่ระบบ toward the code he lives by later on. While it's not my favorite Witcher book, and I definitely wouldn't recommend it as a starting place—you'd lose the delicious dramatic irony of reading Crossroads of Ravens while knowing what's to come—it's not a bad one either, and if Sapkowski keeps returning to the world of The Witcher then so will I.