You have many years of life before you. Close no doors behind as you journey on.
Would that I had the courage to depart, this place or this life, or to stand openly against the wrongness that is the world of these, my kin. To seek an existence that does not run afoul to that which...
What? he asked. You’ve not the heart to kill them. Again, he merely shrugged. You understand that’s why I have fallen in love with you, yes? Khotai said.
We've dug our holes and hallowed caves Put goblin foes in shallow graves This day our work is just begun In the mines where silver rivers runBeneath the stone the metal gleams Torches shine on silver...
We all are prisoners at one time or another in our lives, prisoners to ourselves or to the expectations of those around us.
We - at least we of sincere character - always judge ourselves by stricter standards than we expect others to abide by.
To say, then, that I would never again slay a drow, purely because they and I are of the same physical heritage, strikes me now as wrong, as simply racist. To place the measure of a living being's wor...
To Han Solo, the galaxy seemed a more dangerous place by far.
This was drow society in all its macabre play, and while it seemed ultimately wrong in the heart of the youngest member of House Do’Urden, Drizzt could not deny the excitement of the night.
They broke the hug and shared a tremendous kiss, all sloppy and loud, full of fun and full of lust, as only dwarves could do.
There is a fine line between friendship and parenting, and when that line is crossed, the result is often disastrous. A parent who strives to make a true friend of his or her child may well sacrifice...
The world is a dark place, Kipper replied. But when friends join hands, it lightens.
The rest of it—skin color, hair color, homeland—was nonsense, fabricated by people who needed to pretend that they were somehow superior for such superficial reasons.
The physical powers of the body cannot be separated from the rationale of the mind and the emotions of the heart. They are one and the same, a compilation of a singular being. It is in the harmony of...
The gods of the realms are many and varied-or they are the many and varied names and identities tagged onto the same being. I know not-and care not- which. Drizzt Do’Urden
The dagger belonged to Artemis Entreri. Pasha Pook’s prime assassin.
The best tests of character and commitment always came in moments of great stress and the most revealing moments often came in times when a person was pushed to anger.
That was the danger of nostalgia, Drizzt realized. One often remembered the good of the past while forgetting the troubles.
That did not go well, LaValle said when Entreri had left. It went splendidly! Pook disagreed.
Pwent fell back and began to choke on the command. By his estimation, a dwarf king ordering a subject to go take a bath was roughly the equivalent of a human king telling his knights to go out and kil...