Fie these gods! What beings are these who would play so cruelly with the sensibilities of rational, conscientious mortals?
Eight pins? Regis whispered, marveling at the magnificent contraption— and at his own skill, for he suspected that there weren’t five burglars on the Sword Coast who could have picked this lock.Well,...
But there remained a reflective solitude behind that laughter, that nagging sense of completion that didn't sit well on the shoulders of a woman who had just begun to open her eyes to the wide world.
Verybody has an imagination. There’s the construction worker who can close his eyes and imagine a Hawaiian vacation. There’s the corporate executive with visions of that next big promotion. There’s th...
The true warrior understands that while one is learning how to use a sword,
When you live with death so close, you come to appreciate life all the more.
We like to keep what’s our own to keep, especially from little thieves with little fingers and big mouths.
To lose is to die! You may win a thousand fights, but you can only lose one!
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...
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.
Take me, Catti-brie implored.
Regis pooh-poohed that thought away.
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...
No path by chance but by plot, Further steps along the road of his father’s ghost. The traitor to Lolth is sought By he who hates him most. The fall of a house, the fall of a spear, Puncture the Spide...
Never seem to have a Death Star lying around when you need one. -Han Solo
Just agree, you stubborn child. Secondboy! Drizzt corrected, his voice again a growl, and his arms defiantly back over his chest.
It struck Drizzt as a simple truth, a plain reminder of how unknown the world about him really was, even to those, like Deudermont, who had spent the bulk of their lives on the sea. This watery world,...
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...
In the goblin tongue, knowing from the book that Hephaestus spoke it but hoping that the dragon wouldn't know he knew, Drizzt yelled, When the stupid dragon follows me out, come out and get the rest!H...
In the dim light of Twinkle’s glow, their skin colors lost in a common gray, they seemed alike, brethren come from the same mold. Entreri approved of that perception, but Drizzt surely did not.