|
4a96f37
|
It is as if we are trapped in a never-ending game, our lives hinging on the roll of a dice or the turn of a card.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
de22d78
|
I am a knight of Solamnia. I am the hand of Paladine, of Kiri-Jolith and of Habbakuk on this world. You are on Krynn. You are mine, Queen of Darkness.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
bd53776
|
Those who do not see the truth in battle march willingly to defeat.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
3d35e6e
|
One makes their own luck, good or ill... and there are no guesses, merely faulty concentration.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
90335e3
|
It was one thing to go into battle with confidence, another to believe the foe so easily defeated.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
20b358a
|
You are not yet in the Emerald Dream. First, you must remove your earthly shell...* the voice in his head instructed. *As you reach the state of sleep, you will slip your body off as you would a coat. Start from your heart and mind, for they are the links that most bind you to the mortal plane. See? This is how it is done...* - Chapter 4
|
|
fantasy
other-worldly
spiritual
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
8ab8cbb
|
I already have. Not at all that far from where we were, but far enough away. Actually, we're both fortunate and unfortunate.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
0fcdeb3
|
Narrow, yellow eyes with no visible pupils sparkled with merriment, but the sort of merriment that came from pulling the wings off flies or the arms off experimental subjects.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
3ae2d81
|
Krasus raced along the landscape. all sense of dignity forgotten. Dignity was for those with both time and patience, commodities not available to him and his companion.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
bc387fb
|
Those who do not see the truth in battle march willingly to defeat," grunted"
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
b3cfc12
|
Neltharion the Earth-Warder.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
598ffa9
|
Shalamayne
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
9d6dfc2
|
To dream, to imagine, for in that is the best hope of rebuilding, of recovering, of growing...
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
da26c0d
|
LAST HAVEN TAVERN.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
dc1f25e
|
never forget it. Small wonder that Xavius had accomplished so much; an even greater darkness worked through him. But Malfurion still kept his wits about him, aware that to lose all hope was to lose
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
8e7f00c
|
FROM
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
37f8abe
|
Thrall is no assassin skulking in the fog nor is he an honorless warrior!
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |
|
4ce3e79
|
His son had joined the sleepers.
|
|
|
Richard A. Knaak |