Outcropping
Buttresses
Battered
You are in my very soul, tormenting me, Anakin went on, not a bit of falseness in his tone.
With numbers comes strength,
With a nod, she was gone. Wulfgar watched her disappear back down the corridor, not so determined to have this fight now, without knowing that Catti-brie would be safe behind him. What if the gray one...
What else might be said of Jarlaxle other than a confused sigh, after all?
They live with the belief that anything is acceptable if you can get away with it, that self-gratification is the most important aspect of existence, and that power comes only to she or he who is stro...
The unusual experiences are those that create the memories, and a tenday of memories is more life than a year of routine. I
The drink is only called terrible because it is not rare and therefore reserved for the haughty fools, Jarlaxle explained. And the women are only called ugly because they are common. And that is preci...
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...
Outlive your superiors and the world is yours, yes?~ Beniago
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...
Nostalgia is possibly the greatest of the lies that we all tell ourselves. It is the glossing of the past to fit the sensibilities of the present. For some, it brings a measure of comfort, a sense of...
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...
Joy multiples when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life.
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...
I am Brister Fendlestick. Velcome to my hoomble home!
Hindsight is easy, but decisions made in the moment are often much more difficult, the right choice often much harder to discern.
He turned with Wulfgar to leave, but the door burst in before them. Nice blade, elf! said Bruenor Battlehammer, standing in a puddle of seawater. He tossed the magical scimitar to Drizzt. Find a name...