|
52c3ee6
|
What a wonderful thing are the laws that serve the whims of the powerful," Artemis Entreri said with a snort and a disgusted shake of his head."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
898cf7b
|
How could they know more about Jarlaxle than Jarlaxle knew of them? It never worked that way!
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
d8025b9
|
Everyone needs a hobby," the weapon master said with a shrug."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
83d3945
|
We cannot change our past, and denying it serves no good end. For changing how we speak about it might deceive others, but not ourselves. Those chapters are written, the words are clear, the ink dried. But the book is not complete so long as we draw breath.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
92d2ccf
|
Everyone dies, Dwahvel [...] It is how one lives that matters. -Artemis Entreri
|
|
life
life-lessons
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
a20d5b5
|
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. Drizzt Do'Urden
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
8fccd78
|
The rest of it--skin color, hair color, homeland--was nonsense, fabricated by people who needed to pretend that they were somehow superior for such superficial reasons.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
31ae42e
|
It was earned, many times over, and all in Bregan D'aerthe would agree, Archmage. Jarlaxle need not rule with threats, but merely by asking. All in Bregan D'aerthe would fight for him and die for him.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
750409b
|
You are impressive, I must say, and in so many ways," he admitted. "I find it truly lamentable that you are wound up in your nonsensical notions of fidelity, and to a pathetic warrior no less! And I am disappointed that one of your accomplishments--a chosen priestess, I am told, and a wizard of no small measure--clings to some ridiculous peasant superstition of entwining honor and sex."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
1346e82
|
Catti-brie was, he feared, more powerful than she knew. That was often a dangerous thing.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
c0ed300
|
Huh?" Harkle answered. "That? Oh, no, no, that was a fireball. I am good at casting those!"
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
5d5fac4
|
Do more than survive, my son, as I have survived. Live! Be true to the callings in your heart.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
5e23add
|
Perception is reality, Drizzt Do'Urden," Yvonnel stated. "There is no objective truth?" "Of course there is! But until a falsehood is uncovered, the reality is what you perceive it to be. You cannot separate the two without a reveal. That you tried to do so was your madness."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
ab28192
|
But then," the elf went on in condescending tones, "humans must name everything, must map it and place it in some tidy little package and category, that they believe they have found some measure of control over what cannot be controlled. A false sense of godliness, I suppose."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
aebe6ce
|
There is no pain greater than this; not the cut of a jagged-edged dagger nor the fire of a dragon's breath. Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing something, someone, before you truly have learned of its value. Often now I lift my cup in a futile toast, an apology to ears that cannot hear:
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
24c81b4
|
delays
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
c949c0a
|
traditional
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
6366b4c
|
And where is Jarlaxle?" "Secure and waiting your instructions." "In the Clawrift?" "He is secure." "Is he even on the Material Plane?" "Where else would be be?" "Does one ever know with Jarlaxle?" Arathis Hume conceded that with a shrug."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
a7ca8f0
|
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, not counting Calimpost, of course, where thievery was the city's celebrated pastime."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
aab9190
|
Four questions," Entreei agreed. "But it may take some time. A lot of good men could die giving this information." Wigglefingers nodded, but then scrunched up how face as he considered the odd phrasing. "You mean 'getting.'" "I did not misspeak."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
00707a8
|
Close no options, of course," Shakti instructed her. "We can always return. We are on neither side, and on both, of course."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
d9008f1
|
Evil empires often bound themselves in webs of hate toward fabricated enemies, and none in the history of the world were better at it than the drow.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
c015f06
|
Your confidence is inspiring," said the captured weapon master. "Because it is always backed by cleverness."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
af3837a
|
Ava'til natha pasaison zhah ques po finnud ebries herm. "History is a poem where all lines rhyme."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
59e8f1d
|
For the greatest teaching of the monks of the Yellow Rose is the ability to forgive, wholly, your own shortcomings, to accept your physical being as a vessel to a spirit ever seeking perfection. Such true acceptance of oneself, of limitations and weaknesses and failings, allows one to proceed without becoming hindered by guilt and undue hesitance. To hear the echoes of the past. To anticipate the notes of the future. To stride more boldly. ..
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
ff880ae
|
I am pondering how best to respond, for the truthful answer is one more complicated than you would think.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
bb37e66
|
You're not half as clever as you think you are," Zaknafein remarked. "Or twice as clever as I ought to be," Jarlaxle added with a grin."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
ea131cf
|
Jarlaxle was Yvonnel's son, her third-born son, who had been, as custom dictated, sacrificed upon the moment of his birth.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
5f7cbfd
|
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 precisely their charm, because their passion is honest and honestly earned, and for the sake of the passion alone."
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
c7308af
|
She would never get over that loss. She understood that, but she knew, too, that her time of grieving neared its end, that she had to get on with the business of living.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
3131202
|
a third had died in his bunk of natural causes--for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
27121bb
|
celestial
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
d8e4ee8
|
Mithral
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
a1cf8ec
|
lumbered
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
f82d931
|
strides.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
2d46938
|
unified
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
a2d151d
|
bejeweled
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
917fe78
|
swirl
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
6cf0f02
|
helm.
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
39ffb41
|
battered
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
4860939
|
descending
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
5ff2e90
|
incline
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
c320f67
|
rocky
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
886482d
|
tumbled
|
|
|
R.A. Salvatore |