Margaret Weis Tracy Hickman Quote
This wasn't in the histories, Raistlin murmured to himself, staring down at the little wretched bodies, his brow furrowed. His eyes flashed. Perhaps, he breathed, this means time has already been altered?For long moments he sat there, pondering. Then suddenly he understood.None saw Raistlin's face, hidden as it was by his hood, or they would have noted a swift, sudden spasm of sorrow and anger pass across it.No, he said to himself bitterly, the pitiful sacrifice of these poor creatures was left out of the histories not because it did not happen. It was left out simply because- He paused, staring grimly down at the small, broken bodies. No one cared...
Margaret Weis Tracy Hickman
This wasn't in the histories, Raistlin murmured to himself, staring down at the little wretched bodies, his brow furrowed. His eyes flashed. Perhaps, he breathed, this means time has already been altered?For long moments he sat there, pondering. Then suddenly he understood.None saw Raistlin's face, hidden as it was by his hood, or they would have noted a swift, sudden spasm of sorrow and anger pass across it.No, he said to himself bitterly, the pitiful sacrifice of these poor creatures was left out of the histories not because it did not happen. It was left out simply because- He paused, staring grimly down at the small, broken bodies. No one cared...