…and a third had died in his bunk of natural causes– for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one’s life

Regweld is really a fine wizard,” he continued, patting the shoulder again. “And his ideas for crossbreeding a horse and a frog are not without merit; never mind the explosion! Alchemy shops can be replaced!

Do we behave out of fear of punishment, or out of the demands of our heart? For me, it is the latter, as I would hope is true for all adults, thought I know from...

Who knows what adventure we might find here?” Drizzt said excitedly. “Who knows what secrets might be unveiled to us?””Adventure?” Dunkin asked incredulously, looking to the carnage along the beach, and to the zombies still...

He’s not wanting to fight,” she assured the captain.”He is driven by curiosity?” Deudermont asked.”By loyalty,” Catti-brie answered. “And nothing more. Drizzt is bound by friendship to ye and to the crew, and if a...

Never confuse honor with stupidity!

Nostalgia is a necessary thing, I believe, and a way for all of us to find peace in that which we have accomplished, or even failed to accomplish. At the same time, if nostalgia precipitates...

Hindsight, I think, is a useless tool. We, each of us, are at a place in our lives because of innumerable circumstances, and we, each of us, have a responsibility (if we do not like...

Selfishly, perhaps, Catti-brie had determined that the assassin was her own business. He had unnerved her, had stripped away years of training and discipline and reduced her to the quivering semblance of a frightened child....

Another week of emptiness, of solitude, though the schooner was fully crewed and there were few places where someone could be out of sight of everyone else. That was the thing about the open ocean,...

Catti-brie continued to stare at the drow as the wizards walked up. The woman did not know what to make of Drizzt’s cryptic answers. Drizzt had let Tarnheel win, she figured, or at least had...