We like to keep what’s our own to keep, especially from little thieves with little fingers and big mouths.
To learn how to use a sword, one must first master when to use a sword.
They are a lie, as our-no, your peole are a lie! Your skin is as dark as mine' Malice reminded him. You are a drow, though you have never learned what that means! Oh, I do know what it menas. Then act...
There is no way of truly knowing where a road will lead until it is walked.
The unusual experiences are those that create the memories, and a tenday of memories is more life than a year of routine. I
Take me, Catti-brie implored.
So many times have I heard the common lament, If only I could go back to that age, knowing what I now know! Those words amuse me profoundly, for in truth, the lament should be, If only I could reclaim...
One never knows when one might walk into a tale. - Ardaz
Oh, no, no, said Drizzt. I am not so tired. I would not think of interrupting your game. I know that you both enjoy it so. He walked by, giving Guenhwyvar a complimentary pat on the head and a sly win...
Nothin's what it seems, drow! Bruenor declared. Nothin'! Ye try to follow what ye know, ye know? But then ye find that ye know not what ye thought ye knowed! Thought a dog'd be tastin' good - looked g...
Never seem to have a Death Star lying around when you need one. -Han Solo
Loss of empathy might well be the most enduring and deep-cutting scar of all, the silent blade of an unseen enemy, tearing at our hearts and stealing more than our strength. Stealing our will, for wha...
Kessell tried to goad the sweat out of him. The wizard swayed the deadly candle tantalizingly about, causing the rays to shift back and forth. When he finally realized that he would not hear any whimp...
Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division.
Jarlaxle was Yvonnel’s son, her third-born son, who had been, as custom dictated, sacrificed upon the moment of his birth.
It’s for the shadows now, and the gray ones, and may the whole stinkin’ place fall in on their stinkin’ heads!
It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them... At least he who reaches will get a good stretch, a good view, and perhaps even a low-hanging...
If this road, this series of stepping stones, leads nowhere, then so be it. I walk the road with friends, and so I have my home. —Drizzt Do’Urden
IN THE DARK OF GAUNTLGRYM’S THRONE ROOM, A SHIFTING STONE STOLE THE quiet. Then came a grunt, and more sounds of rocks sliding against each other. A black-bearded dwarf crawled from under the pile, th...
I have ridden a dragon! Tiago protested. I have eaten a dragon, Gromph replied. I have slept with a dragon—two! Jarlaxle thought, but did not say, though he couldn’t avoid a grin at the pleasant memor...