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I do not know why I care," Drizzt answered honestly. His eyes turned back to his ancient homeland, where loyalty was merely a device to gain an advantage over a common foe. "Perhaps I care because I strive to be different from my people," he said, as much to himself as to Bruenor. "Perhaps I care because I am different from my people. I may be more akin to race of the surface...that is my hope at least. I care because I have to care about s..
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What place is this," Drizzt asked the cat quietly, "that I call home? These are my people, by skin and by heritage, but I am no kin to them. They are lost and ever will be. "How many others are like me, I wonder?" Drizzt whispered, taking one final look. "Doomed souls, as was Zaknafein, poor Zak. I do this for him, Guenhwyvar; I leave as he could not, His life has been my lesion, a dark scroll etched by the heavy price exacted by Matron Mal..
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88652d6
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He looked down at the mask hanging around his neck. So simple a lie, and he could walk freely throughout the world. But would he then be trapped within the web of his own deception? What freedom could he find in denying the truth about himself?
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drizzt
mask
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R.A. Salvatore |
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834908d
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A man inferior with the blade or with his thoughts can still so elevate himself," Entreri explained curtly, "if he can impart the belief that some god or other speaks through him. It is the greatest deception in all the world and one embraced by kings and lords, while the minor lying thieves on the streets or Calimport and other cities lose their tongues for so attempting to coax the purses of others."
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911aabe
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A man who denies his heart, either through fear of personal consequence--whether regarding physical jeopardy, or self-doubt, or simply of being ostracized--is not free. To go against your values and tenets, against that which you know is right and true, creates a prison stronger than adamantine bars and thick stone walls. Every instance of putting expediency above the cries of conscience throws another heavy chain out behind, an anchor to d..
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3352df0
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Reality is a curious thing. Truth is not as solid and universal as any of us would like it to be; selfishness guides perception, and perception invites justification. The physical image in the mirror, if not pleasing, can be altered by the mere brush of fingers through hair. And so it is true that we can manipulate our own reality. We can persuade, even deceive. We can make others view us in dishonest ways. We can hide selfishness with char..
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forgotten-realms
sellswords
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R.A. Salvatore |
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96651f2
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To lose is to die! You may win a thousand fights, but you can only lose one!
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R.A. Salvatore |
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030e7be
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I had built this bubble around us. Around all of us-you, me, Chewie, the kids, Luke, Mara, even Lando. Heck, even the stupid droids. We were all in it, you know. In it and safe, a cozy family. Nothing could hurt us--could really hurt us." -Han Solo"
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R.A. Salvatore |
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12ca00f
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To Han Solo, the galaxy seemed a more dangerous place by far.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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2129eee
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A sense of accomplishment. It is the most important ingredient in any rational being's formula of happiness. It is the element that builds confidence and allows us to go on to other, greater tasks. It is the item that promotes a sense of self-worth, that allows any person to believe there is value in life itself, that gives a sense of purpose to bolster us as we face life's unanswerable questions.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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a65981a
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Beware the engineers of society, I say, who would make everyone in all the world equal. Opportunity should be equal, must be equal, but achievement must remain individual.
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48abb32
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We are the center. In each of our minds - some may call it arrogance, or selfishness - we are the center, and all the world moves about us, and for us, and because of us. This is the paradox of community, the one and the whole, the desires of the one often in direct conflict with the needs of the whole. Who among us has not wondered if all the world is no more than a personal dream? I do not believe that such thoughts are arrogant or selfis..
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friendship
love
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e093937
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To grant the power of a weapon master to anyone at all, without effort, without training and proof that the lessons have taken hold, is to deny the responsibility that comes with such power.
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weapons
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R.A. Salvatore |
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631bdf6
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Only when we admit to our failures and recognize our weaknesses can we rise above them.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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ba78af8
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One of the most common truth in live is that we all take for granted things simply are. Whether a spouse, a friend, a family, or a home, after enough time has passed that person, place, or situation becomes accepted norms of our lives. - Drizzt Do'Urden
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9a641d9
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Why do ye care," elf? Athrogate asked him. "I do not know," came Jarlaxle's honest response." --
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R.A. Salvatore |
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19c6f95
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Come gather 'round hardy men of the steppes and listen to my tale of heroes bold and friendships fast and the Tyrant of Icenwind Dale of a band of friends by trick or by deed bred legends for the bard the baneful pride of the one poor wretch and the horror of the Crystal Shard.
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b201a5d
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We've dug our holes and hallowed caves Put goblin foes in shallow graves This day our work is just begun In the mines where silver rivers run Beneath the stone the metal gleams Torches shine on silver streams Beyond the eyes of he spying sun In the mines where silver rivers run The hammers chime on Mithral pure As dwarven mines in days of yore A craftsman's work is never done In the mines where silver rivers run To dwarven gods we sing or p..
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R.A. Salvatore |
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d1849fd
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There is no way of truly knowing where a road will lead until it is walked.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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501342a
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Nostalgia is possibly the greatest of the lies that we all tell ourselves. It is the glossing of the past to fit the sensibilities of the present.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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7c58866
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I am sorry," was all Drizzt could quietly mouth. Vierna shook her head, refusing any apology. To Drizzt, it seemed as if that buried part of her that was Zaknafein Do'Urden's daughter approved of this ending."
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R.A. Salvatore |
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181d719
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Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing something, someone, before you truly have learned of its value.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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348f2f5
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We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us with impatience, with the desire to explore and experience, with the hope--nay, the iron will!--to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under sunshine or under starlight, in weather fair or stormy. To dance every step, be they through gardens of bright flow..
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ca0860a
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If machines replace achievement, then to what will people aspire? And who are we, truly, without such goals? Beware the engineers of society, I say, who would make everyone in all the world equal. Opportunity should be equal, must be equal, but achievement must remain individual. --Drizzt Do'Urden
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4e09e8a
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You wish this to end," the mercenary remarked to Dinin when they were alone. "You have not met my brother," Dinin replied evenly, and his hand instinctively twitched near the hilt of his magnificent drow-made sword, as though the mere mention of Drizzt put him on the defensive. "Not in combat, at least."
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2637ab9
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there is indeed reward for those who follow the path of conscience,
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d5486af
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I don't like the sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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5d643e6
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Icewind Dale. Windswept passes and forbidding glaciers stand at the top of the world. Below them, in the cold valley, an evil force broods: the magic of Crenshinibon, the Crystal Shard. Now dwarf, barbarian, and drow elf join to battle this evil. Tempted in the furnace of struggle, they form an unbreakable friendship. A legend is born.
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80d70f5
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Those who aspire to less accomplish less. There can be no doubt. It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them." He shot Drizzt his typical wry smile. "At least he who reaches will get a good stretch, a good view, and perhaps even a low-hanging apple for his effort!"
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R.A. Salvatore |
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96c87d6
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Joy multiples when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life.
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life
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R.A. Salvatore |
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7dd1630
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I pray that the world never runs out of dragons. I say that in all sincerity, though I have played a part in the death of one great wyrm. For the dragon is the quintessential enemy, the greatest foe, the unconquerable epitome of devastation. The dragon, above all other creatures, even the demons and the devils, evokes images of dark grandeur, of the greatest beast curled asleep on the greatest treasure hoard. They are the ultimate test of t..
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truth
inspirational
warming
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R.A. Salvatore |
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330e94e
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One never knows when one might walk into a tale." - Ardaz"
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R.A. Salvatore |
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d877ec8
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the character of the person would outweigh the color of his skin and the reputation of his heritage.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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d3455dd
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only with the honest knowledge that one day I will die can I ever truly begin to live.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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05a762d
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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, you were never physically alone, yet all the world seemed removed. Catti-brie and Drizzt had spent hours together, just standing and watching, each lost, drifting on the rolls of the azure blanket, together and yet so alone.
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friendship
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R.A. Salvatore |
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cc2512e
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I live my life with hope, always hope, that the future will be better than the present, but only as long as I work to make it so.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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a257d3a
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All my life, I have been searching for a home," the drow said quietly. "All my life, I have been wanting more than that which was offered to me, more than Menzoberranzan, more than friends who stood beside me out of personal gain. I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense. It is a place in here," Drizzt said, putting a hand to his heart and turning back to look upon his companions. "It is a feel..
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friends
home
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R.A. Salvatore |
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d01f0c4
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if we have fallen so far as to need an avatar, an undeniable manifestation of a god, to show us our way, then we are pitiful creatures indeed.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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1e95c05
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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 by the rules!" Matron Malcius demanded. "Your rules? Drizzt growled back. "But your rules are a damned lie as well, as great as lie as that filthy spider you claim as a deity!" "A ture god damn you all!" "And damn that Spider Qyeen as ..
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R.A. Salvatore |
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e3fe5d9
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We - at least we of sincere character - always judge ourselves by stricter standards than we expect others to abide by.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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8fc0f50
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For life is experience, and longevity is, in the end, measured by memory, and those with a thousand tales to tell have indeed lived longer than any who embrace the mundane." -Drizzt Do'Urden"
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phylosiphical
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R.A. Salvatore |
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7d88103
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Time to hunt?" Cattie-brie cried, satisfied that she had gotten her point across. She rose beside Wulfgar and headed for the door, but she turned her head over her shoulder to face Drizzt one final time, giving him a look that told him that perhaps he should have asked for more from Cattie-brie back in Icewind Dale, before Wulfgar had entered her life."
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love
missed-opportunities
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R.A. Salvatore |
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06c36a2
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Nostalgia is possibly the greatest of the lies that we all tell ourselves. It is the glossing of the past to fit the sensibilities of the present. For some, it brings a measure of comfort, a sense of self and of source, but others, I fear, take these altered memories too far, and because of that, paralyze themselves to the realities about them.
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R.A. Salvatore |
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de4fa6e
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Is that not the whole point of gaining experience, to use it to make wiser choices, to temper destructive instincts, to find better resolutions?
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R.A. Salvatore |