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Be thankful you can feel pity and horror at the death of an enemy. The day we cease to care, even for our enemies, is the day we have lost this battle.
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Margaret Weis |
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The darkness might conquer, but it could never extinguish hope. And though one candle, or many, might flicker and die, new candles would be lit from the old. Thus hope's flame always burns, lighting the darkness until the coming of day.
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Margaret Weis |
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Lizards that blend into the rock do so to catch flies.
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Margaret Weis / Tracy Hickman |
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No, as I've discovered, hate generally costs a man more than he can afford. And what about love? Alfred asked softly. Hugh didn't even bother to reply.
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Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman |
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Raistlin lay on the floor, his skin white, his breathing shallow. Blood trickled from his mouth. Kneeling down, Caramon lifted him in his arms. "Raistlin?" he whispered. "What happened?" "That's what happened," Tanis said grimly, pointing. Caramon glanced up, his gaze coming to rest on the dragon orb - now grown to the size Caramon had seen in Silvanesti. It stood on the stand Raistlin had made for it. Caramon sucked in his breath in horror..
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Margaret Weis |
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Raistlin opened his eyes, looking at her without recognition. And in them, she saw deep, undying sorrow--the look of one who has been permitted to enter a realm of deadly, perilous beauty, and who now finds himself, once more, cast down into the grey, rain-swept world.
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Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman |
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Say that our lives are measured not by gain but by giving.
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Margaret Weis |
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Magic is the recognition of the fire burning behind us when all else see only their own shadow on the wall.
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Margaret Weis |
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My waking and sleeping seem mixed together. I'm walking in a dream half the time, and sleeping through reality the other half.
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Margaret Weis |
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7fce81a
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Hope lives. No matter the mistakes we make, no matter our blunders and misunderstandings, no matter the grief and sorrow and loss, no matter how deep the darkness, hope lives.
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Margaret Weis |
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He remembered a dog--the only living thing they found in the entire village--curled around the body of a dead child. Caramon stopped to pet the small dog. The animal cringed, then licked the big man's hand. It then licked the child's cold face, looking up at the warrior hopefully, expecting this human to make everything all right, to make his little playmate run and laugh again.
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Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman |
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38a1244
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Raistlin ran to Fizban's side. "Now is the time for the casting of the fireball, Old One," he panted. "It is?" Fizban's face filled with delight. "Wonderful! How does it go?" "Don't you remember!" Raistlin practically shrieked, dragging the mage behind a pillar as the slug spat another glob of burning saliva onto the floor. "I used to ... let me see." Fizban's brow furrowed in concentration."
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Margaret Weis |
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f131a54
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People want to believe in something--even if, deep inside, they know it is false. But
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Margaret Weis |
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But he could not help wondering, as he did, that if he was so damn wise, why was his life in such a mess?
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Margaret Weis |
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It seems to me that being a great friend is more important than being a great hero or a great warrior. Being a good friend is the most important thing there is. Just think, if everyone in the world were great friends, then we wouldn't be such terrible enemies.
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Margaret Weis |
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paithin- ... he is orn! mother peytin's son, come to lead us to safety!" zifnab- thats it! orn, favors his mother- roland- no, he doesnt. look! hes human! wouldnt mother whats- her - name's kid be and elf- wait!
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haplo
paithin
roland
thillia
zivnab
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Margaret Weis |
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For only the humans were endowed with the lust for power so strong that the raw passion of their nature could be easily corrupted.
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Margaret Weis |
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Evil turns upon itself.
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Margaret Weis |
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Raistlin did not walk the paths of light, nor did he walk the shadowed paths of darkness. He walked his own path, in his own way, of his own choosing.
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Margaret Weis |
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I will do anything to save Laurana, he swore beneath his breath, clenching his fist. Anything! If it means sacrificing myself or-- He stopped. Would he really give up Berem? Would he really trade the Everman to the Dark Queen, perhaps plunge the world into a darkness so vast it would never see light again? No, Tanis told himself firmly. Laurana would die before she would be part of such a bargain.
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dragonlance
dragonlance-chronicles
dragons-of-spring-dawning
fantasy
green-gemstone-man
laurana
margaret-weis
price
sacrifice
tanis
the-evermen
tracy-hickman
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Margaret Weis |
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676b6b9
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Pity, mercy, compassion." "Thats's all I'm afraid," said Alfred. "That is everything," said the phantasm."
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Margaret Weis |
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Red Leader to Red One. Come in Red One!
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zifnab
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Margaret Weis |
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To remind us that our lives are made up of blank sheets waiting to be filled," Lillith replied. "The book of life is open when we are born, and it closes with our death. We write in it continually, but no matter how much we write, what joy or sorrow we experience or what mistakes we have made, we will always turn the page, and tomorrow's page is always blank."
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Margaret Weis |
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Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul. --Henry Van Dyke
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Margaret Weis |
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52c88e2
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Death is life's one great certainty,
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Margaret Weis |
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The old magician had pulled out a spellbook and was flipping through its pages. "Web ... web ... how did that go?" he mumbled."
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Margaret Weis |
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The people must acquire faith in themselves before they are ready to believe in anything beyond themselves.
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Margaret Weis |
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Say that we're moving at the speed of light.... Impossible, of course, if you believe physicists. Which I don't, by the way. Physicists don't believe in wizards--a fact that I, being a wizard, find highly insulting. I have taken my revenge, therefore, by refusing to believe in physicists. What was the question?
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Margaret Weis |
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That's it!" cried Fizban. "I remembered!" Suddenly the air was filled with strands of sticky, floating cobweb."
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Margaret Weis |
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Limbeck, the august leader of WUPP, did not mind the noise. He took comfort in it, having listened to it, albeit somewhat muffled, in his mother's womb. The Gegs revered the noise, just as they revered the Kicksey-Winsey. They knew that if the noise ceased their world would come to an end. Death was known among the Gegs as the Endless Hear Nothing.
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Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman |
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Tanis answered. "You'll slow us up if you don't." "The men in my tribe can travel for many days without sleep," Riverwind said. His eyes were dull and glazed, and he seemed to stare at nothing. Tanis started to argue, then sighed and kept quiet. He knew that he could never truly understand the agony the Plainsman was suffering. To have friends and family--an entire life--utterly destroyed, must be so devastating that the mind shrank from ev..
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Margaret Weis |
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Fortunately, our friend Raistlin taught me what to watch--" "Raistlin!" Flint puffed. "That pasty-faced, skinny magician. He's more than half charlatan himself. Always sniveling and whining and poking his nose where it doesn't belong. If it weren't for his twin brother looking after him, someone would've put an end to his magic long ago."
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Margaret Weis |
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The grasslands are endless, And summer sings on, And Goldmoon the princess Loves a poor man's son. Her father the chieftain Makes long roads between them: The grasslands are endless, and summer sings on. The grasslands are waving, The sky's rim is gray, The chieftain sends Riverwind East and away, To search for strong magic At the lip of the morning, The grasslands are waving, the sky's rim is gray. O Riverwind, where have you gone? O River..
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Margaret Weis |
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Tanis listens to his feelings. He does not suppress them, as does the knight, or hide them, as does the Plainsman. Tanis realizes that sometimes a leader must think with his heart and not his head." Raistlin glanced at her. "Remember that."
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Margaret Weis |
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'Trouble borrowed will be paid back with interest compounded on sorrow.
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Margaret Weis |
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I have seen love that, through its willingness to sacrifice everything, brought hope to the world. I have seen love that tried to overcome pride and a lust for power, but failed. The world is darker for its failure, but it is only as a cloud dims the sun. The sun--the love, still remains. Finally I have seen love lost in darkness. Love misplaced, misunderstood, because the lover did not know his--or her--own heart.
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Margaret Weis |
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Yes, I am smarter than you--all of you. And someday I will prove it! Someday you--with all your strength and charm and good looks--you, all of you, will call me master!
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Margaret Weis |
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Finally, still kneeling, he looked up at the woman. Sturm caught his breath as the woman removed the hood of her cloak and drew the veil from her face. For the first time,human eyes looked upon the face of Alhana Starbreeze.
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Margaret Weis |
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How dare you accuse me of your own failings?" Laurana returned. "I love Elistan. I reverence him."
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Margaret Weis |
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Don't change color to match the walls. Look like you belong and the walls will change color to match you.
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Margaret Weis |
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We'd better get going." Caramon glanced around uneasily. "We show up like a jewel in a gypsy dancer's navel."
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Margaret Weis |
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The loincloth, too, was ornamented in gold and barely covered his private parts decently.
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Margaret Weis |
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Tas stared mournfully at the body of the goblin he killed. It had fallen facedown, his dagger buried underneath. "I'll get it for you," Tanis offered, preparing to roll the body over. "No." Tas made a face. "I don't want it back. You can never get rid of the smell, you know." --
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Margaret Weis |
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He would be sad to learn that she had dismissed God long ago, as she would have dismissed an inept servant.
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Margaret Weis |