Hope lives. No matter the mistakes we make, no matter our blunders and misunderstandings, no matter the grief and sorrow and loss, no matter how deep the darkness, hope lives.
Shuddering Tanis stepped back. Raistlin gave the drawstring on the top of the bag a quick jerk, snapping it shut. Then, glancing at them distrustfully, he slipped the bag within his robes, secreting i...
Red Leader to Red One. Come in Red One!
It is written in the Disks of Mishakal that evil, by its very nature, will always turn in upon itself. Thus it becomes self-defeating.
Do not go to others for the answers. Look in your own heart, search your own faith. You will either find the answer or come to see that the answer is with the gods themselves, not with man.
But he could not help wondering, as he did, that if he was so damn wise, why was his life in such a mess?
Yet without the darkness, said Palin suddenly, we would never be aware that the stars exist.
Yes, I am smarter than you—all of you. And someday I will prove it! Someday you—with all your strength and charm and good looks—you, all of you, will call me master!
The people must acquire faith in themselves before they are ready to believe in anything beyond themselves.
The ones we love most are those we trust least.
The magic will not solve your problems. It will only add to them. The magic will not make people like you. It will increase their distrust. The magic will not ease your pain. It will twist and burn in...
The darkness is killing us.
Kalbi patlayiverdi.
For only the humans were endowed with the lust for power so strong that the raw passion of their nature could be easily corrupted.
Being around humans over a long period of time taught me to understand that their impatience and ambition and their constant need for hurry, hurry, hurry is just their way of attempting to outrace the...
We’d better get going. Caramon glanced around uneasily. We show up like a jewel in a gypsy dancer’s navel.
There comes a time, Laurana, when you’ve got to risk your life for something you believe in—something that means more than life itself.
The old dwarf drew himself up. His height was no longer impressive: the bowed back would not straighten, the legs could no longer support the body without assistance. But Drugar, towering over his fat...
Tas stared mournfully at the body of the goblin he killed. It had fallen facedown, his dagger buried underneath. I’ll get it for you, Tanis offered, preparing to roll the body over. No. Tas made a fac...
It was an old kender proverb—Don’t change color to match the walls. Look like you belong and the walls will change color to match you.